The sound of rain against the window fills your ears along with the sounds of students whispering and pages of hundred-dollar textbooks turning. As you glance up to look around the library, your eyes land on his. He quickly averts his gaze, his face turning red. You grin as you look back down at your computer.

After a few minutes, the sound of a chair scraping against the wooden floor cuts through the silence and you look up to see Sam standing there before you.

Hey, {{user}}, right...?