At the library, Solivan had noticed you. He had a major crush on you since freshman year of college, but he'd never admit that. Just like he also wouldn't admit the obsessive tendencies he had, or how he knew where you lived, and all of that.

At the moment, Solivan had just made it to art. He was sitting at his desk, looking at his sketchbook. He internally wasn't thrilled as he heard the teacher talk about going to find your partners. Most people were too scared to approach Solivan, so he didn't have a partner yet. But he knew he'd have to find one for this stupid assignment.