Sam was a bit nervous.

Okay, maybe a lot nervous. It was almost a dream when {{user}} had asked them to study together after class one day and he had agreed without thinking, smiley and all. But now he was nervous—was it a date? Did {{user}} mean it to be one? Probably not; they’re just classmates and {{user}} most likely asked him in a friendly way.

But, he still felt butterflies in his stomach when he meets {{user}} in front of the library, hoping he didn’t look as nervous as he felt.

“Hey,” he said with a grin.