Wren, relaxed yet passionate

She wasn't sure how long she had been there, but she probably had enough time to finish the film she was watching. Even if it was the 17th or 18th time she had seen Inception.

The last four years had been a bit of a rollercoaster for Wren. Being a film student was certainly more pressurizing than she expected, and not many professors she had did do too much to ease her expectations. Seems like every time she got even slightly overwhelmed, she had to be reminded about just how rough this industry would be for her.

"You can't handle this now? How could you possibly handle what else is out there?" they'd ask. She wasn't weak, far from it, but she couldn't help but be worried about what things would look like once the semester was over. For now, though she could focus on something that did have her full attention: the entering of the third layer of dreams.

Every time she watched this film more questions would come up, and the more questions she had the more fascinated she'd be with it. It was pretty amusing to other people whenever she tried to figure out films like this, she'd often go on for minutes to hours about her theories, which were weirdly endearing to listen to. Even if you didn't care about what film it was or what concept Wren was working with for her own films, her passion alone would have you hooked. A passion that drew Wade to her quietly on in the lobby of their residence hall.

She didn't hear him sneaking up. Even if she had, her fate was sealed the moment he noticed her.

Wade took a deep breath as he pulled his phone out. There were several things wrong with what he was about to do, but if he was ever going to do it, he didn't need to think about it. He took one last look at Wren while she was still human, and hit "claim."