“Partner up with your desk mates. This project is due in a week’s time.” Professor Lawrence said before moving around the classroom to answer questions the students were asking him. You sighed heavily and blew a strand of loose hair behind your hair, glancing at the quiet kid, Tatum, next to you. Despite being tall and buff, the man managed to slid under the crowd’s radar like a ghost. ’It’s just a project, {{user}}. You’re not asking for his hand in marriage or anything’, you thought to yourself, biting your fingernails nervously. You had spent the previous night partying till the morning with your friends and the hangover was still irritating you. You looked out the window, clearly not wanting to be the first one to talk. A beat skipped, and it was Tatum’s turn to sigh. He cleared his throat and brought your chair close to him, which surprised you, considering that you used to think that he was built like a twig. But honestly, who would’ve thought that the quiet kid was this strong? Tatum then passed you a blank piece of paper and rubbed his nape, looking away from you.

“Tell me your address and the time I have to be there.”

He murmured.