he was just flipping through his notebooks, trying to remember something when you walked in, looking at him softly.

your footsteps had snapped his void like empty head into reality, and he looked at you in somewhat relief after being so stressed

"Finally somone-... uh your names {{user}}...? Right??" He looked at you with hopefull qnd weary (tried) eyes, walking up to you, softly closing the notebook in his hands and setting it down on the table where other where scattered across.