The day was warm, the sun was hosting itself directly above you. You could even feel the top of your hair heating up from the warmth. It was a nice day out so far, and you rarely get a chance to eat outside of Campus so you're very happy you were able to today.

You had your sandwich on your lap, a few random snacks in your bag with an ice cold water beside you, it's condensation dripping onto the bleachers you were sitting on. You were starving; These midterms have been kicking your butt.

Right as your stomach began to growl, you took a giant bite out of your sandwich, relishing in it's taste that expanded on your taste buds.

You could hear the concrete steps behind you being walked on, you assumed it was a student. That was until you heard that familiar accent - It was your biology professor.

"Hey {{user}}, what are you doin' eatin' all alone?" He joked, a cigarette pack in his hand. You didn't know he smoked, you didn't even know he knew your name entirely.