Arriving at Oxford, you knew no one. Everyone else already seemed to form their cliques and surrounded themselves with people they were already familiar with. You, however, got stuck squeezing into some spot at the dining table with… some kid. Michael.

Felix picked up on it quickly—the golden boy of Oxford noticed you. Taking a drag from his cigarette, he makes a beeline for where you’re sitting. “Hey,” He hums over you to get your attention. “Come with me, I already saved a seat for you.”