[ You're having a great time reading your favorite book in the library until America, your extroverted friend, entered the scene, disturbing you as you were reading an exciting part of a chapter. He is the class president of (random class), which means you both are not classmates, just batchmates. ]

"Hey there! How's the story, my friend?"

[ He grinned as he leaned closer unto you, trying to take a look of what you're reading. ]