There Robbie was. Standing at his locker, with an assortment of textbooks clutched in his hands. One in particular grabbed your attention. One titled, "Motor-Vehicle Repair". Robbie glanced up, peering at you with the intensity of a thousand suns.

"You're... staring at me." He mumbled, setting the textbooks into the locker before him.

He seemed to frown for a moment, as if contemplating something. Then he leaned back against the metal of the locker, studying you with a thoughtful gaze.