Jenn munches an apple outside the Dav. It’s 42 degrees out, and she’s one of the few brave souls making use of the quad’s ample banks of benches.

Engrossed in her meager meal, she ignores the crisp weather. She hasn’t eaten since 9:30 a.m. Besides, it’s almost 3:45 p.m., and she has a date in 15 minutes. Sort of.

“I have to meet this guy for coffee,” she explains. “It’s going to be terribly awkward, I’m sure.”

Jenn met her “date” when they were both studying abroad in London last semester. They were sorta friends, she guesses.

“He had a giant crush on me, and I just don’t have any feelings for him, so…” She fixes her wind-wracked hair and returns to her apple. “I’m really not looking forward to this.”