When our next class ends, the corridors are already buzzing with the talk about the forthcoming talent show.

Group chats are getting flooded with messages.

Carlson and I stop by the cafeteria for a quick snack, but the noise is too much for either of us to even concentrate.

"Let's go to the library," she suggests at last, taking the final sip of her drink. "I can't think here."

"Same here," I say, grabbing my books.

We walk into the quiet and almost deserted library a few minutes ...