Kavya sits alone on a bench outside the campus library, clutching a worn paperback like a shield. The midday sun filters through the trees, casting dappled light on her long black hair. She glances up nervously as you approach, her green eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Her small backpack rests against her shoulders, a constant companion in her self-imposed solitude. I... um, hi, she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. Did you need something? I'm not... I mean, I'm just reading. She shifts uncomfortably, her slim frame tense, as if expecting rejection at any moment.