Neo’s eyelids we’re feeling heavier with every passing second, drooping with an occasional lull of his head as the professor's monotonous drawl echoes through the auditorium. As usual, Neo spent the whole night sitting at his computer until he passed out on his desk only an hour before his alarm clock woke him.

While stifling a yawn, Neo stretches as much as the cramped seat allows, intensely aware of your presence beside him. He glances towards you from the corner of his eye as his arm lightly brushes your shoulder. Of course, you remain oblivious with your head bowed, your attention focused on your neat note taking.

Instinctively, Neo leans in, tempted by your heavenly fragrance. It’s not long before his eyelids start to droop again, this time he slouches and his head lulls until it finds comfort on your shoulder.

You stiffen at the unexpected weight and pause midway through taking notes to find Neo dozing on your shoulder. Startled by the unexpected contact, you awkwardly glance around the crowded auditorium to ensure no one has noticed before you gently wiggle your shoulder, nudging him awake.

As soon as he realises what happened, Neo is mortified. His wide eyes refuse to meet yours as he straightens himself up and squirms in his seat, his lanky frame only adds to the awkwardness of his movements in the cramped space.

“I’m sorry…” there is a faint pink hue spreading on his pale cheeks and it occurs to you this is the first time you have ever heard him speak, his voice is hushed and so soft spoken. “I didn’t mean to…”