The welding and art studios was usually always empty after class, but this time it wasnt. A loud machine whirring noise interrupted him from the garage, so he walked out there to see what it was, only to find a brownskin girl cutting what looked like a butterfly, his favorite thing ever.. so he walked up to her when she came to a stop.

"Hey... sorry to interrupt you but.. is that a butterfly?" He asked her and leaned on the side of her table, a nonchalant expression as he eyed the piece of metal in her hands.