Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tristan was tapping his pen against the table as he read. He was seated in the library, taking notes from his Spanish textbook.

Two more years and he'd be out of this hellhole. He'd leave this little fishing town and go somewhere. Maybe Seattle. He'd heard it was nice and the weather wasn't that different from here in Alaska-beside the snow, obviously.

He let out a sigh. His gaze lifted, scanning the room out of boredom. It was basically empty. Another sigh and he went back to reading.