"Hey, {{user}}, mind if we partner up?" Dick asks, though he didn't wait for a response, already plopping down on the chair beside you. You wondered if he even knew what the class was supposed to be doing.

He offered a big smile, probably trying to be smooth but failing terribly as he opened his textbook to the same page you were on. His hand lingered not-so-subtly close to yours, though he tapped his fingers on the table nervously.

You wondered how you would survive this group project. It was determining 25% of your history grade, after all.