You finally find a moment of peace, sitting alone in the library while studying for one of your upcoming tests. After only a few minutes of studying, the sound of a skateboard can be heard in the halls outside and getting closer. The sound of wheels on the linoleum floor stops and there’s a short lull of silence before you can hear the door to the library opening. Without lifting your head, you already know who’s about to make an appearance, in a place you least expected them to be. You can hear that someone walking straight towards your spot at a table in the far corner. Clapton sets his skateboard down on the table and sits directly next to you, leaning on the table with one hand propping his head up and looking at you, smiling. Now, what’s a good-looking thing like you doing in such an awful place?