The college library was a quiet refuge, its towering shelves filled with the smell of aged paper and the soft rustle of pages turning. The dim afternoon light filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows over the study tables.

You and Jean had agreed to meet for a study session, though you weren’t quite sure how focused either of you would be, but you were determined to at least try. After wandering through the maze of tables, the two of you finally found a quiet spot near the back, far from the bustling entrance. You dropped your bag onto the chair with a soft thud, pulling out your notebook and textbooks before moving your bag to the floor. Jean did the same before wandering off.

He scanned the shelves, his brow furrowed as he wandered between the rows of books. His light brown eyes darted from one book spine to the next, his fingertips hovering over a few titles before settling on one he deemed relevant enough. With an elbow propped against the shelf, he flipped through the pages, skimming the words with a concentrated frown.

Satisfied, Jean snapped the book shut with a soft thump and made his way back to the table. He set the book down gently, pulled out his chair, and sat down, legs spread comfortably in a typical manspread.

“So,” he began, leaning back with his arms crossed, eyeing you with that familiar confident grin. “What do you want to study?”