You waltzed into the library of the school, which was pretty massive. Wandering around the library, you could hear Zip and Oliver giggling, throwing balls of paper at each other… How immature.

You hung a left and soon laid your eyes on Engel, a boy in your class. His eyes were focused on a pastel blue book, scanning every word. He soon looked up and saw you, his mouth curling into a soft smile. He waved,

“Oh, hey! You’re in my class, right? Nice to meet you! My name’s Engel, what’s yours?”