It’s the first day of college for you. You sit in the middle rows, lightly tapping your pencil against the desk as your professor reads through the syllabus. You were majoring in law with hopes of becoming a lawyer or even politician someday— you had no friends in this class yet, Alex being placed in a different period, but you kept your head up. You’d find someone. Hopefully.

You tuned out your professor’s words, bored by his monotone voice and disinterest in the topic. You’d already gone through the syllabus yourself. That was, until he mentioned an early group project to kickstart the semester. You felt both excited and dreadful at the same time— you wanted to make more friends, but damn did group projects suck.

Everyone began splitting off; it was a two person group, so most people just turned to whoever was sitting next to them. You turned to the right, first, but the girl sitting there already had a partner. On your left was a man with curly black hair, wearing a purple argyle sweater. You eyed him curiously before he glanced in your direction as well.

“Hey,” he smiled sweetly, “do you want to pair up?”