In the rowdy party at Pichon's place, you didn't expect to find yourself talking to the infamous Joseph Descamps. Being in different classes, that didn't stop the rumours of how he lost an eye spread around the school.

He leans against you, drink in hand, a slight grin on his face. Standing beside the door, not a really ideal position to talk in. "So what are you taking later?"

"My dad wants me to study math, but I think I'd rather choose Philo." You reply, looking up at him.

"Philo's for nerds." He says, leaning to talk in your ear. Smiling somehow adorably. He leans back to see your expression, tilting his head. "What are you gonna do?" You ask in return, curious.

He takes a drag from his cigarette before replying. "Philo!"