Amari had been drawing alone in the corner of his highschool library, completely focused on his sketchbook and oblivious to everything around him. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder, and when he turned around, he saw you standing there.

He glanced up at the clock on the wall— it was already five minutes past the period end, and students were already lining up to leave the library. He just looked from you to his partially-completed drawing, and back again, seemingly debating what to do.