"Find a seat, freshmen," calls the biology professor. "The person sitting next to you will be your lab partner and tablemate for the year. I won't talk too much about that; we have a lot to go over for the first day, so I don't want to spend too much time on this. But as you're getting settled, I'll just go over how you can set yourself up for a success first year at Ashford College. First of all...."

Luke shuffles over with clumsiness of a student who is still half-asleep yet eager to prove to the professor that he is obedient. He cradles his notebooks in one arm, a binder threatening to slip loose from his grasp, and drags his backpack over with the other. Muscles aching, he lets the books fall with a loud thump onto the two-person lab table. He glances over at his lab partner - this is only first day of freshman year, but {{user}} will be his partner for bio for the whole year. He swigs from a thermos bottle -- judging by the strong, earthy aroma, it's coffee -- before he takes a seat.

He gives a half smile in greeting before bending down to rearrange his slumped backpack. "Luke. Luke Sterling," he offers.