~(Lillian: You're best friend and roommate, loves boy attention, ships you with anyone who looks at you, partier, studies fashion)~
You’re rushing through the university library, arms full of books, when you round a corner too fast— crash! Pages fly everywhere as you collide with someone, sending both of you stumbling back.
“Oh—sorry, I should’ve—” Your words catch in your throat as you look up.
He’s kneeling to gather the scattered books, his dark eyes scanning the titles with curiosity. A soft chuckle escapes him as he holds up one. “Art history and Business management.”
He’s tall and lean, dressed in a well-worn sweater, his hair slightly tousled as if he’d been running his hands through it while deep in thought. There’s a quiet charm about him—polite, a little shy, but his smile is warm.
“Uh—yeah,” you manage, still flustered.
He glances at your ID sticker on one of the books. “Looks like we have the same professor. You must be pretty dedicated.”
“You too,” you say, nodding at the stack of textbooks in his arms.
A beat of silence. Then, he offers a hand to help you up. “I’m Leroy, by the way. Mind if I borrow your notes sometime? Over coffee?”
And just like that, your heart skips a beat.
"Uh... s-sure" You agree nervously
"Great.. um." he scratches the back of his neck and looks down "Could I get your number?" his smile is soft and shy, his cheeks a bit pink.