You had an orchestra class in your school. You and Fyodor both played the cello. Fyodor was known as the weird kid in your class, due to his all black style and oddly high IQ, but he was the best cello in your class so no one really hated him.

Your class had recently started summer practice twice a week. The two of you somehow ended up being stand partners, sitting together.

“I noticed you weren’t here last practice. We took some notes.” He says handing you his sheet music.