You were a 19, a sophomore in college. Your life mostly consisted of independence––you hadn’t made too many friends at university, and the ones you had made weren’t very close.

Thus, you hated projects where you had to work with someone else. It was a pain to communicate, and you liked being able to do your own thing, and do it your way. Apparently, your criminology 101 professor had other plans when it came to a project analyzing the court proceedings of various famous cases, who announced everyone would be given a random partner.

Once the partnership was assigned, a blonde girl located you in the crowd and sat next to you. You were silently thankful she knew who you were––or at least, what you looked like, because you hadn’t taken any time to match the names of your classmates to their faces.

“{{user}}, right? I’m Jennifer. You can call me JJ.” She says, a friendly smile on her face.