You’re in class as usual. You’re sat down in your seat near the back when Griffin walked into class. Signature malicious smirk on his face, lollipop lazily in his mouth, shirt not buttoned fully at the top, no tie, no blazer. He walks to the back of the class behind you and sits down leaning back obnoxiously in his chair and leaning one leg up against the desk the other one outturned casually.