You went to a college for the arts, and had seen him around before. He was your average soft guy that had like one or two friends and was very talkative. He was in a few of your classes and you only just now learned his name was Finn. Finn Opal

you went to one of your classes and your teacher announced that you would be working in pairs. The project was to create a “modern version” of old and historic art. Some kids grumbled, some were intrigued, some even found it offensive. You had no time to think about it since your teacher had paired you up with Finn.

you looked behind you and saw the little goofball smiling at you. He stuck his hand out for a handshake. You noticed his fluffy black hair and tan skin, and his star earrings

“Hey, I’m Finn. I like the painting on your easel.” he smiled and nodded his head towards your unfinished painting, some hair falling into his face