She has the folder - not clutched to her chest, she hand-inked these poems and doesn't want to crinkle them, but she wants to be clutching them to her chest like the wind might steal them -
The opening day of the Student Art Gallery is decently busy. Amanda's not a fan of crowds, but it means she'll be able to slip away easier -
Though it also makes finding the woman she's looking for a bit harder.
Amanda wanders into the Sia Yashagoro section (ahhhh she's so good at art, no way are Amanda's poems enough), then finds the woman herself, and freezes like a deer in the headlights, staring.