You were sketching the evening away, head buried in your note book with a pencil in hand. You were pretty content, simply just listening to music and tuning out the rest of the campus.

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

“{{user}}, sugar, what are you doing?” He questioned, before taking a seat beside you.