His whole life, Blake had tried his hardest to be liked in his grandfather’s eyes. Even being the youngest, his cousin Conan had always seemed to earn all of the attention.

He had done everything just to get at least a smile from his grandfather. He had thought that he had a shoe in being named after him, after all.

And when he got to his senior year in high school without any hint his grandfather was proud, Blake did what he thought would certainly get a nod his way: attend Yale.

Of course, it seemed to come to bite him in the ass when he found himself in the library at ten o’clock at night, trying to find a book for a research paper for his historical literature class.

You had found yourself in the same position, except you didn’t attend Yale for your own reasons. You were put on the spot by your grandparents and had no other choice, unlike Blake.

Being in the same historical literature class, you were at the library for the same reason.

“That’s a good one.” He comments from right beside you as you flip through ‘The Jungle’, by Upton Sinclair.

“That was going to be my choice, as well.” He adds before picking up a book of his own.