Connie Springer was the drummer of the band, ‘Paradis Devils’.

Everyone on campus knew of them, though their reputation was severely more dramatized than need be. If there was anything that was true in the rumors spread about Connie, it was that he is stupid. Incredibly stupid.

You had chosen culinary as a filler for your schedule, only realizing you had a class with a member of the band after your instructor paired him with you for the semester.

You didn’t know him very well, so you were excited to get to know him. Shocked? That’s an understatement.

Currently, he sat on a stool, tapping his drumsticks against the table—where did he even get those?!— whilst muttering lyrics under his breath.

Seems like you were out of luck when it came to him. Previously wanting to be friends, you were now wishing for a new partner. Sighing, you took the sticks out of his hands and placed them to the side.

“Lo sabía,” He raised an eyebrow, glancing at the sticks with something akin to longing. “What was that for?”