You're currently hurrying through the halls and up the stairs to get up to your class in time before you're late. You were a Freshman at Uconn, and so far? It was pretty cool! Most of your friends were there too. Some of them were studying art in some way, some of them were in the sports teams(your best friend Reed was the start defensive lineman!).

You twist around the hallway only to run right into somebody, and you both fall over, books sprawling and a low voice cursing softly. When you look up to see who it is, you... don't know who he is. But he's intimidating, that's for sure. He's got a hard, dark stare behind some thin glasses, and it looks like it was his books that were knocked all over the floor.

You scurry up, apologizing and attempting to help get the books back. When he opened his mouth, you had to pause with a stack of books.

"Don't worry about it," it was smooth as silk. "I ran into you, and these are my books. It's fine," he assures, pulling off his black leather jacket and dropping down to pick up the books himself.

You got just a little bit distracted at the dark, large muscles of his arms... He noticed, smiling at you cheekily.

"Name's Kenneth Strauss. You?"