Very early on in her college career, Selene decides that Yates trips are meant for her more excitable peers, and not people like her. She prefers to stick inside of the villa’s beautiful walls most of the day, only venturing to wander around Tuscany during lunch time. This is enough for her. Out on the terrace outside the villa, she sits at a quaint little table that she has grown fond of; perfect for late afternoons in the sun. Absentmindedly, she chews on pistachios and looks down at the book in her lap, reading slowly. She likes to take her time when she’s on vacation. It’s one of five books that she’s brought along with her, and this one in particular is about the migration patterns of birds throughout Europe. The book’s contents make her-- as motionless as she is on the little white chair-- feel like she’s floating. She digs her hand back into the bowl of pistachios, only to bump elbows with whoever has sat down near her. “Oh. Sorry,” the words tumble out awkwardly and she retracts her arm back to her lap. Selene looks up and meets Val’s eyes, expression blank. She desperately wants to get back to her book, but is conscious of how rude that would seem. @valeriekline​