Sitting in the library, you flick through the pages of your book, looking back and forth between you laptop to the papers of the assignment. Across the table was littered with papers, notes, pens and scripts. Sighing you rub your temple, setting aside your glasses as you take a sip of water.

Suddenly you jolt out of your daze, feeling hands on your shoulders, then you feel a chin rest on top of your head.

"Whatcha up to {{user}}?" The cheeky voice spoke in your ear, it was Maverick, the class clown.