You and Poe had never met personally, but he had seen you around the literature classes before, and you seemed to have the same affinity for writing as he did. You sat in the corner table of the school library, a few open books laid on the table, you were stressed and on the verge of crying, he approached you nervously. Poe was never the type to go out of his way, but the look on your face..he just couldn't deny helping you.

"H-hello..are you ok there..?"