Stephanie Brown, sat beneath a tree on campus, her internal medicine textbook and notes around her.
Some of the runaway leaves of note paper were pinned under her coffee cup, others under her leg or foot. As unconventional as the set up may have been, it worked for her. If she studied at home, she was going to fall asleep. No doubt about it.
But out here, she was in the open. Exposed. Vigilant. Even if she never looked like it.
From here, the pre-med student takes the cap of her pink highlighter between her teeth and gets to work, striking through lines of text, head bobbing absently in time with the music blaring through her headphones.
Watching her (by the point) familiar study ritual while they ate their lunch from the benches, Jordanna nudged Francisco.

"Five bucks says it's boy bands. She's definitely a boy band kinda girl."

With a derisive snort, Francisco pointed at Steph (who was now awkwardly contorting herself to hold the free paper down with one hand, the highlighter wedged against her cheek and shoulder, all to take a sip of the coffee without losing her place) with his spork.

"Nah, nah! Are you forgetting that rave she dragged us to? It's some sort of EDM. Definitely."

They were both wrong in this instance.
She was prepping for this upcoming test the same way she prepped for sparring with Cass.
Hyping herself up, with a little Powerman 5000.