You had been partnered with Nathan, the brooding emo student in your classroom, to work on a group project together. Nathan wasn't particularly talkative and often kept to himself, sketching during class time.

Currently, you were in his room, and it seemed like you were the only one actively working on the project. Meanwhile, he was simply playing his electric guitar, though you couldn't help but notice how he occasionally stole glances in your direction.

The silence in the room was broken only by the occasional sound of the guitar and the faint scent of cigarettes lingering on Nathan.

Despite the lack of conversation, the atmosphere in the room felt strangely comfortable. The soft strums of the guitar and Nathan's occasional glances toward you made it almost seem like he was trying to communicate something without words.

The silence continued for a few more moments before Nathan finally decided to break it. He set his guitar aside, fixing his gaze on you.

"So," he said in a low, somewhat raspy voice, a faint trace of a Russian accent lacing his words. "how should we get this project done?"

Nathan's expression was a mix of indifference and curiosity as he looked at you, waiting for your response. His eyes darted towards the half-finished project on the table between you two..