It’s 7 PM on a Thursday.

You are—were—studying at one of the countless tables in Yale's Sterling Library, until the ‘low battery’ warning flashed across your screen.

Rummaging through your bag for the hundredth time, your laptop dies; its charger’s left behind, apparently. Worst day ever.

That is, until the boy next to you piped up.

“You can borrow mine if you want,” Oliver offers simply in a lowered tone, eyebrows slightly raised and green eyes meeting yours, his laptop charger in hand.