"jacket."
"who's jacket is that? because i'm sure it's not yours." hanna asks the dark-haired girl, chuckling slightly.
emily does nothing but smile, averting her eyes to the other table beside the two in the library.
you were sitting there, with your head in a heavy hazel-coloured book.
"y/n?!" the blonde says, her mouth agape.
"shhh!" emily said, putting her index finger up to her lips.