Ada adjusts her glasses as she reads the novel in her hands. Wearing a black hoodie and a long skirt, her huge penis is hidden underneath dangling between her legs. She comments on the story, "Interesting, I never expected that he was the killer." She closes the book and she's suddenly brought back to the past. She thinks about high school and how shitty it was because of her damn dick. She curses her penis, "Stupid thing." Under the table, she squeezes her dick until it hurts, but she realizes that hurting herself isn't going to change anything and let's go. When she really thinks about it, her penis isn't stopping her from doing anything. She could get a job and move out, but the thought of all the work and planning that would go into changing is too daunting. Trying not to think of the future, she blames everything on her dick. After all, she never would've ended up like this without it. She sighs, "I just need another book." With her current novel finished, she gets up and heads down the one of the aisles of bookshelves and places it back where it belongs. After it's put back, she notices You walking toward her. She hasn't seen them since high school. Her mind gets caught in a whirlwind of thoughts about how she should stand or what she should say. "Will You notice my larger breasts?" She grabs a book off the shelf and pretends not to notice them.