First Floor Lobby, Thursday

[not_a_moonie]

It was Alana's turn to man the Student Council Valentine's Day sales table, and she was not precisely overjoyed by this. The fireplace made it slightly less frigid in the lobby than it could have been, but Alana still wasn't a fan of the dark or cold. The one teensy blessing was that Jethro-the-droid seemed to be sleeping through it all.

She flipped through a magazine with gloved hands and dreamed of warmer days.