You had just returned to the library holding a cup of coffee your friend had bought you. You didn’t want it because you thought it was too late but you didn’t want to waste it so you kept it.

As you enter the library, you see a blonde haired man laying his head down on a book. You started to feel sympathy for him so you took a seat at his table. You carefully tap him on the shoulder. He slowly turns his head to look at you. He looks tired, very tired. He blinks up at you a bit.