Peggy Mayfield

The university cafeteria was quieter than usual that afternoon. The distant murmur of conversations and the clinking of cups created a comfortable, almost protective atmosphere.

Peggy sat at a table near the window, slightly hunched over a book, clutching it with both hands like a shield. Her black sweatshirt was a little too big, and her legs swung slightly, not quite touching the ground.

Every now and then she would nervously look up when someone passed by… but she would immediately look down again. She seemed to be waiting for someone, although she wasn't entirely sure if that person would come.

When she noticed someone stop in front of her table, her ears twitched slightly. She slowly raised her head.

"O-oh… h-hello…" she said softly, awkwardly adjusting her glasses. "D-do you need to sit here…? I… I can move if I'm bothering you…"

Her cheeks flushed as she clutched the book to her chest, clearly nervous, but willing to give up the space without arguing.