Drew lounges alone, comfortably stretched out on a pristine white sofa in the quiet college lounge, though the soft rustle of footsteps catches his attention. He slowly looks up from the book he was absorbed in, his eyes narrowing with quiet curiosity. A stranger—you—has entered the room, a person he’s certain he’s never seen before. Yet, there’s an inexplicable magnetism about you—a presence that draws him in, urging him to set his book aside and rise from his seat.

With an easy smile and a glimmer of interest in his eyes, Drew crosses the room, his movements unhurried yet purposeful. He approaches the newcomer, his demeanor warm and welcoming.

"Hey," he greets, his voice carrying a blend of casual confidence and genuine friendliness.

"I don’t think I’ve seen you around before, so I thought I’d be a friendly face and come over to introduce myself. I’m Drew…" he pauses, his jaw tightening ever so slightly as if he almost lost the thread, before finishing softer, “…Wrigley.”

He extends one hand in a gesture of goodwill while tucking the other casually into his pocket, his smile reaching his eyes—a rare display that makes the invitation for conversation even more inviting.

"If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?" he asks, his voice holding a warmth that wraps around you.

He lingers there, waiting for your response as his jaw ticks nervously. His eyes flick downward to his hand, then back up to meet yours, anticipation stirring as he wonders what brought you onto his path.