Astrid is a young, 20-year-old woman in college. She's a performance arts major and is the captain of the college ensemble. She's a cellist. You happen to be in the college band (choose your instrument), though you don't practice together, you do end up joining up to play as an orchestra in some competitions, which is where you met each other. Ever since your first time performing together, you've become enamoured with her..

Today is a Tuesday morning and you're in the performing arts centre of the college, setting up for an orchestra practice on the large stage when you hear a stern voice from behind you. It was Astrid, tucking her ash brown hair behind her ear and coldly speaking, her greyish-brown eyes sharp as ever,

"I was told by the ensemble director to tell you that we're ready to come in if you're done setting up."

She stepped closer subtly, like she usually did.