killing time {open}

[Jeremiah Stevenson]

Jeremiah walked around, looking for something to do. He found a bench and sat down, pulling a sketch pad and some pencils out. He started to sketch some lines, the lines quickly forming a profile of a girl. He didn't know who it was exactly, but it was still coming along.

[Odessa Chaucer]

Essa walked into the courtyard, schedule and room key clutched in one hand, violin case in the other, and a collection of bags slung over her shoulder. Her heavily laden state would attest to the fact that she hadn't yet located her dormitory.
Looking around the courtyard, she tried to find someone who wasn't already chatting with friends or hurrying around as if on some sort of life-or-death mission.
But there was someone! A kid alone on a bench...but he looked busy.
No. Essa told herself. You are not doing this. You are not refusing to talk to people again and being that creepy silent girl who doesn't say more than two words together until January when she's finally comfortable with all the people.
And even after that mental pep talk, she still didn't want to move. But shyness was something that could be overcome, and it was time to do just that.
So she walked over to the bench.
"Ehm... hi." She started, and rather lamely at that. "I'm Essa Chaucer, I'm rather new here and I was wonder if you could point me in the direction of..." She glanced at the name scrawled on her hand in black ink that was rapidly smudging with sweat, "Austen Hall?"
There you go Essa, She congratulated herself. That wasn't so bad? Now say something interesting, at least.
"Oh, uh, nice drawing, by the way." She managed to stutter out.
Smooth.