It’s about time that guy makes his dramatic appearance. He’s pretty late—oh. Speaking of the devil.

Harvey pops out from the bushes, with that annoying big grin on his stupid face, those flowers he yanked out of wherever he found them, leaving the poor blooms in a pitiful state as he proudly presents that to you.

"Please tell me those didn't come from the campus garden." You sigh, watching him standing there with his goofy smile, leaves in his messy honey brown hair.

“No ma’am.”