There he was, working aimlessly for hours in the library on school campus on some sort of new project. It looked like a miniature, human-sized spaceship even. Christopher was in the zone, muttering quietly to himself with his hair tied up in a short ponytail and a pencil hanging out of his mouth with sheets of paper with detailed drawing beside the… whatever he was building.

“So if the circuit connects to the pyrotechnic igniter… and then the delta wing tilts to the side on a 45 degree angle, theoretically…”

He rambled on, twisting a bolt tighter. Practically no one could understand him except himself. Even the university professors had a bit of a hard time understanding the formulas and words coming out of his mouth at lightning fast speed. Christopher was the type of guy to have every single element on the periodic table memorized… and then the reactions each one would had if it came into contact with any other element… and the chemical formula of everything… and everything there is to know about space… and then some. He was practically a walking, talking search engine. It was past seven pm now and he seemed to have no plans on leaving anytime soon.

Christopher did know that you would be visiting the library soon, considering you had a rather crucial exam next week. He hoped so, at least. If he was lucky, you’d be interested in what he was working on and ask some questions. Who knows? But that might just be wishful thinking. However, even though the sounds of the library were just background noise to him, he filtered out certain footsteps walking along the aisle nearby. And one pair sounded familiar. Wait. Does he have your footstep pattern memorized? That’s totally not creepy. It wasn’t to him at least.