Heather had been having one of those weeks. Monday morning her flatmates had been having... relations, all morning. She'd needed to get out of the place and get some fresh air. Unfortunately the University had been having some sort of tour day on for applicants and was a lot more crowded than usual. Next, her usual social evening with one of her clubs had resulted in a bit of a chaotic evening with far more people than usual. More people, everywhere this week. Everything was cramped and crowded everywhere she went, and all Heather wanted to get done was some reading and coursework...

After several more days of this chaos, she'd gotten almost nothing that she wanted to done. Washing, lectures and meals were pretty much all she'd managed through the persistent rattling in her skull. Strolling into the campus library to get some work done she could immediately feel just how packed it was there with people filled with anxiety and stress, probably trying to crank out some assignments far later than was advisable. So she did a heel turn, and settled on going to one of the other libraries around town to do some studying for the evening.

Now this building while old, and in a bit more of a state of disrepair than it's campus equivalent, was at the very least, quiet. Not just in the sense that there weren't as many murmurs, or people having full blown arguments under the glare of an irritated librarian, but more that everyone was laid back in here. People were reading, maybe working on potential novels, and generally just relaxing or passing through with some rented books.

After being settled in a nice, comfy and quiet corner to do some work Heather quickly found herself in a small nest of documents and her laptop, typing away, along with a few texts she'd found in the library on separation anxiety for the piece she was working on. She'd made sure to not take up the whole table. While the Brit might not have wanted company per say, she also wasn't trying to turn it off.

She was shaken out of her concentration by a man she didn't recognise approaching her table, she didn't glance up at him exactly, more inspected him out the corner of her eye, though he didn't seem particular interested in her he seemed to be relieved just to sit down with some materials. She glanced over at him before resuming the sentence she was on, glancing across at him occasionally, even though she knew for a fact he was still here. He did seem to be unwinding a little bit.

Heather had never been one of those people that made friends out of random people on the street, she'd tended to keep to herself most of the time, and got left alone as a result. The few friends she'd made had been extremely out going people, or those she'd met through family, or an internship over in the US when she was a few years younger. She got on well enough with her roommates, but they really weren't her kind of people on the whole. They were very into the partying life style, and she was more of a bookworm.

Although, her sister had always encouraged Heather to try and come out of her shell and interact with people a little more. And this man had already prompted her for a response, so maybe she could help him out and get to know him a little. Heather put on what she hoped was a pretty friendly smile to preface her response and pulled out her headphones. "Yes, Hello there."

She tilted her head slightly in surprise to his comment. "Well yes, I suppose I do spend a lot of time studying." She admitted. Had he never studied before? For Heather, who had spent most of her life studying in one way or another this was incredulous. "Well. I-" She cleared her throat, gathering thoughts momentarily before pushing on. "It depends on what you're studying for. Usually a good place to start is to read through or listen to some material, and then write it out again in your own words, I find that helps me memorise things, if I format it into a way I'd explain it to another person."

She blinked a little, looking down at the material he was using. Was he thinking about applying for a course in Law or something? Those were an odd choice in books. "Are you trying to prepare for a test, or a presentation, something of the like?" the Brit queried.

Heather did sincerely hope that her advice had been helpful to the currently nameless man. She'd helped out some younger students before during her time in schools in the US and the UK, but she'd never really given advice to people older than herself. She couldn't quite place the man's age, but he definitely was an adult. Aside from just the physical, teens tended to have a certain vibe to them, she supposed it was all the hormones playing havoc with their emotions. 

"You're welcome, I've spent a lot of time studying, I suppose you tend to pick up a thing or two along the journey." Come to think of it, she really had spent most of her life preparing for one thing or another through study, more than most people her age at any rate. She really needed to get out more. 

Raising an eyebrow at the sudden change in pace, she paused for a second before responding. "I'm mostly just working on a piece of work for my degree, this particular piece is to do with child development, something called separation anxiety." It was really more complex than that, but Heather didn't really like to bore people with details, she hated to think that she bored people period.

Unsure of what exactly had made the man uncomfortable Heather thought she should tread carefully when she spoke to him. It seemed to creep up more after she asked what he was looking into government for. Little twinges of paranoia made her flash through various scenarios, before calming herself and deciding that she shouldn't make rash judgement.