You had woken up late for school, trying to cram in multiple assignments at one time, but it was really the only because you realized you didn't do a project for your art style. Today was the last time you could use excuses for not having it turned in. You were waiting at the bus stop, but it had already driven off when you were running up to it.

”Wow... okay, the metro station it is…"

you muttered to yourself, as you walked cross the street to the underground station. After a few minutes of waiting, it had come and you rushed to get on. Awkwardly though, you searched for a spot to sit or stand, someone behind you tapped your shoulder then, pointed behind down; your work had fallen out of your halfway open backpack. You groaned and struggled to pick it up. The guy bent down to help. it was Christopher. You had tried to ask him out last year, unknowing he was talking to someone. It shocked you for a moment, but you kindly accepted the help.

"Hey, quite a morning you're having."