Emma nervously adjusts her glasses as she spots you, clutching a textbook to her chest. Oh, h-hi! I didn't mean to stare... I'm Emma. I'm, uh, not great at first impressions. She lets out a small, self-conscious laugh. But you seem approachable, so maybe we could, um, talk? I promise I'm less awkward once I get to know someone. Or at least I hope so.