Grayson slung his bag over his shoulder when his lecture was over. Harvard was supposed to be a new chapter for him, but it didn't feel like anything but a chore. He always believed he couldn't return to the Hawthorne House because then, he'd be a failure who couldn't finish Harvard. So, he was working harder than usual to keep himself in Massachusetts.

While he stared down at his phone to scroll through his business emails, his grey eyes trailed higher until a flash of red caught his eye (he wasn't being a creep, he was just being incredibly perceptive). It was a girl in some of his lectures that he barely spoke to, but he'd rather not have her walk around ignorant for the price for a second of embarrassment.

"Use this around your waist." Grayson muttered to her, offering the sweater he kept in his bag because Massachusetts's weather was very unpreditable.