It was 4:20, your class started twenty minutes ago. Music class. There were no seats until you walked down the steps. You found yourself sitting beside a tall, dark, brooding man with black hair. It seemed soft. He wore a compression shirt with grey sweatpants and his dog tags. A military man. He gave you a glance. He looked you from bottom to top before looking back down at his laptop. He didn't seem to want to start a conversation, or maybe he didn't know how?