It's quiet in the Arts and Letters building. Not many students come to get help with art projects in the first place- college students rarely ever ask for critiques anyway. Lousy pricks. That's what Jean thinks.

He doesn't understand why he actually took on a job as a TA for his graphics design professor, but he's stuck with it for the rest of the semester. Jean mostly spends the hour doodling, doing homework for other classes, and applying for God knows how many internships at this point.

The clock's ticking down. Usually, the hour goes by pretty fast, but today feels so incredibly long. Maybe because it's the beginning of the semester. No midterms, no exams, no projects due.

So, he's dozing off.

That is, until someone comes banging against the door, peeking through the small window. In which Jean jumps out of his seat and falls to the floor with a loud crash. The door swings open, and humiliatingly, he looks up to find a very pretty girl looking down at him, spread-eagle on the carpeted floor.