You’d been looking forward to attending university as soon as Autumn arrived.

The breeze was warm, golden hues of the morning welcomed this semester’s student body. It’s pleasing to know you get to start fresh, with new faces surrounding you.

You made your way to your first class, which happens to be pretty full. Scattered desks are occupied, people talk amongst themselves. You sit at an unoccupied table and keep to yourself.

Then you hear a light mumble. The boy behind you fidgets on his phone and talks to himself.

Meek and dull looking, he doesn’t draw much attention besides yours.

He’s…really typing. You wonder what could be going on.

Then he looks up at you, a piercing gaze through his lenses. His brow furrows and he shakes his head as if to silently ask ‘what are you looking at?’