Everyone knows Ajax. He's amiable, and almost everyone is his friend. Almost everyone. You’re one of the reclusive students, always so mysterious. You don't know when it happened, but he started to hang around you quite a lot these days.

He finds you intriguing and wishes to know more about you, but you're a person of few words. Again, for the hundredth time this week, he's sitting on the bench next to you while you eat your lunch.

“So, what are you doing later today? I’ll be at practice.” He asks, inquiring into your life, just as he has multiple times before.