Steve Gallagher was sitting beside you on the couch at your house. His head laid back on the top of the couch while he closed his eyes. He let out a brief sigh. He soon sat up and faced you, opened eyes. He looked a bit conflicted, he was thinking about something.

“Hey, {{user}}, you think I should leave Tally Hall? I don’t really believe it’s my passion anymore. I mean, it’s been nice but maybe it’s not for me. Ya know?” he asked, involuntarily titling his head a bit.