Lucien definitely has to drop a class. Well, technically he doesn't. He was very careful about the scheduling and requirements and even accounted for needing to catch a bus to south campus for his history classes. And yet, it is becoming painfully obvious that taking seven classes his first semester was not, in fact, a good idea. Which everyone told him but... well. He really didn't know what to major in and this seemed like obviously the easiest way to find out.
Still, he's at Intro to Agricultural Studies on time, and taking notes. He can decide what classes to drop later.
It's a big hug! During which he is helping instead of hurting her, for once. He hopes.
Yes Lucien also can focus on his work, instead of being disappointed that Isabella doesn't want him to like her back, or something like that. He's trying not to think about it.
She is content, apparently, to read her Neruda poems and comment on them in her homework.
He can manage to focus on his own Spanish 1 work for a full hour. Barely.
Wait...
...he was going to drop Spanish 1.
She's managing to focus hard enough on her own stuff that she does not notice this before he does.
"I think I technically can? But uh. I sort of like visiting the registrar. They are very helpful." Why is he like this.
"You can come with me and then we can go to the dining hall after, if you prefer that."
"I suggested emailing mostly because I avoid excess walking when I can but like you can go without me or - it's whatever -"