Through the near empty courtyard, the footsteps could be heard loud and clear. Well, one set of them were, the sound of what must have been a pair of dress shoes casually clacking along the earth perturbing the general atmosphere of the campus. Ignoring these loud, awkward and intrusive steps, however, one would be able to make out the sound of a much lighter, gentler pair of steps, moving in near time to the first.
After a few minutes, the footsteps revealed themselves to be more than a random noise. This pair of footsteps was, in fact, attached to a pair of people. One was a man, somewhat taller than average, and of a lanky build. He was the one donning the heavy dress shoes, though luckily that was not all he had chosen to don that morning. He had suited himself with a plain white shirt, the wrinkles on which begged the question as to which was more messy, this shirt which appeared to have never seen an iron in it's lifespan, or the man's greasy, uncombed, dark red-brown hair. This shirt was half tucked into a pair of dark blue jeans, which seemed to exist solely to throw off the rest of his smart ensemble. Strapped to his back was what appeared to be a large wooden stick, almost the size of the man himself. The other entrant to the courtyard was a young woman, who was dressed much more casually and consistently for the occasion than the man. She was wearing a pair of worn trainers, and a rather unclean ensemble of a dark grey tank-top and red, knee high skirt. Her clothes conflicted with the rest of her appearance, her face fair and pretty, and with long flowing golden curls, which had clearly taken quite a while to prepare.
"Peter, can I ask you a question?" the woman said.
"You just did, but sure, fire away," replied Peter, removing the large stick from his back, and tapping the bottom of it off of the ground.
"At what point did it fall into your head that you should bring me to a University
for our third date, and which of your social disorders green-lighted that idea?" the woman asked, more teasingly than vindictive, though there was a certain aggression to her words that came with a woman of her apparent influence.
Peter stopped in his tracks, before simply smiling and saying, "so does that mean you count this
as a third date?"
"No," Peter answered, "just proud that I managed to get a third date out of the regal Athalia, daughter of... well, daughter of some
powerful Immortal lord. Speaking of which, does three dates mean I finally get to meet your family?"
Athalia scoffed and said, "Please, the day you meet my family is the day I consider a University to be a good place for a date."
"Come on, it's not all bad!" Peter protested, "I mean, look at the amazing architecture in this place! Can't you appreciate all this architecture?"
"You know, when we first met, I thought I would only have to put up with you going on about Physics stuff," Athalia joked.
stuff," Peter stressed. "Besides, I'm sure there's someone here who can tell us more about this place. Who knows, maybe there is some romance to be found here."
"Fine," Athalia said, "Let's ask around."
It was then that she noticed the girl by the fountain. Athalia practically skipped over to her, grabbed her by the arm and said, "Hi, I'm Athalia, and the guy over there trying to catch up with me is Peter. We were wondering if you could fill us in on this place, let us know if there's anything of interest around here, something like that?"