“You look lost. Need a tour guide?” Brandon asks as he approaches you with a soft chuckle and a warm smile. He glances down at the small paper in your hand and he knows what class you’re looking for. Brandon points to the classroom behind you just on the right.

“Literature first period? C’mon, it’s where I’m headed too.” He tilts his head signalling for you to follow and he leads you down the small hallway to the correct class. Brandon chooses a random open desk, dropping his bag.