You were sketching the evening away, head buried in your notebook with a pencil in hand. You were pretty content, simply just listening to music play from the speaker of your phone while tuning out the rest of the campus.

Bradley was walking alongside some of his fellow gammas when he spotted you. He stopped, the corners of his lips instinctively quirking up when he recognized his friend. He dismissed Tank and the others, mumbling something about catching up later. He then turned and back to you, standing up a bit straighter as he sauntered his way over—subconsciously looking his best for you.

“{{user}}, sugar, what are you doing?” He questioned smoothly, his words curious in there low drawl. He swiped off some invisible dirt before taking a seat beside you. He rested some of his weight on his palm, his gaze fixated on you.