Tamsin had also just started classes, she worked at a local coffee shop further into the city. It had been her personal choice not to work closer to the campus and ultimately she had done it in order to ensure she was walking enough. Though her flare-ups could leave her in pain for what felt like days, forcing herself to exercise as well as focus on stress management helped her considerably. And so every further walk down the block meant a possible delay between her next episode.
That day she was studying in the bookshop when she recognized one of her classmates walk in. She had forgotten her book for that class, she suddenly recalled and idly chewed on the pout of her lower lip as she studied the girl from across the room. Tamsin decided to take a chance and go introduce herself in hopes that perhaps the other would have the book she needed to finish her reading, and, if she were lucky, perhaps a conversation. Gold hair framed the other girls face as Tamsin smiled and recoiled her palm from the table. She herself had olive colored skin with hair so dark it was nearly coal.
“Hi, Christine, yes?” Tamsin lifted her palm to gesture toward herself. “I’m Tamsin Flint, I don’t think we’ve met yet, we have a class together.”