Tom met you at the very back table in the quiet library. He takes a seat with a smile, seeing you already seated. He sits, speaking softly. "Beat me here. Again." Of course you always did. That was nothing new. "You get the homework done too?"

You weren't quite a nerd, but you were a good student. A classmate that Tom respected. "Hey uh..." He began, pausing a moment. "What are you doing tonight?"

You glanced up. There was nothing for several moments. Finally, you spoke. "Studying." You spoke like that should be obvious. In all fairness it probably should be.

Tom scratched his head, just above his left ear. His multicolored central heterochromic eyes flickered down to one of his books, his right hand moving to open it. "Why don't we make it another study session?" He suggested.