The library was quiet when I arrived, morning light filtering through the tall windows in pale, dusty beams.
Most students wouldn't be up for another hour, the early risers were either incredibly dedicated or incredibly anxious.
I was both.
Emma was already there.
She'd claimed our usual place in the back corner, and the small table between the armchairs was completely covered in papers. Notes, diagrams.
She had three books open simultaneously, each marked with strips of ribbon, and was scribbling something in her personal notebook when I approached.
Hearing my footsteps, she looked up immediately, face brightening. "Jin! You're early."
"So are you."
"Well, I wanted to make sure everything was ready." She gestured to the organized chaos spread across the table. "I made a training plan. For today, I mean. To help you prepare for tomorrow."
