You stumbled through the doors, sighing in relief from the warmth that the walls of your college provided, protecting you from the harsh cold of Gotham. You wipe your face, trying to get rid of any snow. It had been a hectic week. Assignments after assignments, along with your exams approaching. And in this weather, it was like pulling teeth.

"Give me one reason I shouldn't deck Reesing the next time I see him."

You turned, spotting Jonathan appearing next to you, a crease between his eyebrows, a telltale sign of his annoyance. Your hands that were trying to get rid of the snow were moved aside by him, brushing off the snow from your hair and coat with his bare hands.

You blinked once, remembering Mark Reesing was your boyfriend's partner for a project. His eyes flickered down to yours, softening slightly at the flushed look on your face because of the cold before looking off to the hallway as he spoke. "That baffoon doesn't know what an Oxford comma is. God knows how he got into college in the first place."