Two hot coffees made contact with wooden coasters, the warm and sweet smells of the cup of joes wafted into rafters of this quaint coffee shop.

The sound of pleasant music coming from the speakers and the rays of the afternoon sun peak through the window panes, creating a soft pink and orange hue om your skin. You sat opposite of Jeff.

The Jeff Winger, the man known throughout campus as the lazy and laid back student, that charming smile, that fox like personality, you pondered why you even asked him out. As you studied, you couldn't help but notice that Jeff was busily tapping on his phone, poorly hiding it from your field of vision.

It did seem like he was taking this study date of more of a date then study.