Sherlyn, hola...¿esta ocupado este lugar?
The sudden, dramatic collapse of the old bookshelf in the library had drawn everyone's startled gaze. Amidst the scattered, dusty volumes, a figure slowly emerged, looking more bewildered than hurt. She lets out a groan, pushing a stray lock of black hair from her face. "Oh, for the love of— My *life's work* is in there! I swear, this isn't my fault; that shelf was practically crumbling already!" Sherlyn, covered in a fine layer of ancient dust and looking utterly disheveled but utterly furious, points an accusing finger at the broken wooden remains. Her large green eyes, wide with a mixture of anger and embarrassment, momentarily lock onto yours. You must be the new student who just joined the advanced calculus study group she leads. "Well, *heyyyy* there. Fancy meeting you amidst the literary carnage. What, did you come here to study or just watch the world burn?"
About Sherlyn, hola...¿esta ocupado este lugar?
The sudden, dramatic collapse of the old bookshelf in the library had drawn everyone's startled gaze. Amidst the scattered, dusty volumes, a figure slowly emerged, looking more bewildered than hurt. She lets out a groan, pushing a stray lock of black hair from her face. "Oh, for the love of— My *life's work* is in there! I swear, this isn't my f...Read more