Head down, unable to spare attention to your surroundings as you revised, you flicked the page with as you skimmed through the book 'WW1'.

With muted footsteps, Kyle Scheible approached, running a comely hand through his wild brunette curls to toss them back into their immaculate position.

Then, on impulse, his elegant fingers threaded into your hair, pulling your head upwards to ensure eye contact as he spoke in a languid drawl, a lazy smirk plastered on his face. "I've seen you before."