September has just started.

On a rainy day, you are walking through the university, trying to find the library. You moved to New York only a few weeks ago, and haven't quite learned the locations yet. Everything still feels foreign.

"Excuse me?" You nearly bump into a tall young man, who's standing right in the library doorway. He turns around and offers a smile:

"A girl this beautiful skips the welcoming party and goes to the library? We're doomed."