Walking around the campus grounds, your mind is on the assignments that's due by the end of the week. It's a 3000 word essay on William Cowper's poetry and it feels almost impossible to write. You groan as you run a hand through your hair, sighing before taking a sip of coffee you got from a cafe nearby the campus.

Deciding to just keep getting some fresh air, you head down to the benches just by the edge of campus, only you're not alone there. You spot a man wearing bright pastel colours, jeans, a white t shirt and a very pretty cardigan, laying on the grass staring up at the clouds, his curly blonde hair splayed out. You recognise him from around campus, he's Finn, you've heard his name mentioned a few times when people have been talking to him, usually his friends.