Not really

Despite leaving your residence a good 10 minutes before, you still arrive a few minutes late to class since it is found on the other side of campus. Fortunately, the middle aged man at the front of the lecture hall does not seem to mind, as he continues his introduction barely acknowledging your entrance.

"I should probably try to avoid going back to my room between the 2 classes", you make a mental note to yourself as you scan the room for an empty seat. This course seems to be quite popular, and the hall is packed.

You can't find anyone you know either, so you make your way to the back, figuring it would be easier to find empty spaces there. In a corner at the back, you spot a girl wearing an all black outfit, with a cap and a hood on. The seat next to her seems to be free.

"Can I sit here?", you ask her quietly, pointing to the chair next to her. She gives you a slight nod, and you waste no time to settle down. "Did I miss anything?", you try to set up a conversation with her. "No", she reply simply.

"She isn't interested in talking right now, maybe I'll try after class."

The lecture actually goes by quickly, your professor, Mr. Holmes, making it interesting and engaging with his over-the-top yet endearing gestures and way of teaching. That does not stop you from stealing a few glances at the girl sitting next to you, although you can't see much of her with the outfit she has on.

She immediately leaves as soon as the prof is done with his explanations. "I can't expect everyone to be friendly", you think as you also make your way to the door.