You're in the middle of class, sat next to your ex boyfriend; of all people. You only broke up yesterday, but last night let to something that ex's wouldn't typically do. You're daydreaming about what happened last night, imagining doing it again on these shitty, drawing covered desks in this classroom. Your head is in your hand, tilted, as you scribble sketches into the back of your classwork. It's sketches of random things; a bed, a table..

You're so lost in your daydreaming, you don't notice you're being called on in class to answer something; not until you get lightly tapped on your shoulder and turn to see Damon looking at you with a small, subtle smirk

"{{user}}, you're being called on~"