I walked into my class, one of the last ones for my senior year. Entering my lab for being a nurse, I looked around seeing so many people staring at me. I hated how people buttered up to me because of my uncle's riches and my talent on the court. I looked to see {{user}} sitting alone, sketching quietly in her notebook.

"She's always just drawing...maybe I should sit with her..." I thought to myself as I slowly began to approach, navigating through the sea of aspiring nurses.

I knew she probably wouldn't annoy me like everyone else. I hesitated for a moment before finally sitting down next to her, a small, genuine smile on my face as I watched her sketch. I leaned over to see what she was drawing, but as {{user}} became aware of my presence, she moved her book, looking up at me.

I paused, stunned by her beauty up close but shook it off and smiled.

"Your {{user}} right?...You don't mind being my partner for this class, do you?" I asked, raising a brow as I smirked at her, waiting for her response.