You and Knox never would have crossed paths if it wasn't for a project— one you were prepared to do alone too. That is, until you got his call and he parks his motorcycle right outside a cute café you were studying in, one that didn't quite fit his aesthetic.

He helped with the project— and that was that.

But tonight, you're overwhelmed and overworked. And Knox was the first person you thought of. Perhaps you just wanted to stop overthinking— and perhaps Knox just seemed like the type of person who didn't give a fuck about college; classes, grades or professors.

And perhaps, you just wanted to stop giving a fuck too.

When you called, you thought for sure he wouldn't pick up.. but he did. And then you thought for sure he wouldn't listen, but he did. And then finally, you thought for sure he wouldn't help— but he did.

He even drove to you, put a helmet on your head and threw his jacket over your shoulders before telling you to get on his motorcycle.

Now, you're by an empty road somewhere— overlooking the very city you felt stifled by. From this distance, everything looked small and your future didn't seem as intimidating. Beside you, Knox watches that same view, fiddling a cigarette between his fingers— one he doesn't light. Maybe he doesn't smoke..? Or perhaps it's out of consideration..

.. He's not what you thought he'd be like.

"Mean and scary..?" He murmurs, a playful quib to his tone. "You thought I'd be mean and scary?"

Knox leans on the side of his bike, arms crossed as he turns his head to gaze out at the quiet road in feigned contemplation. Finally, he turns to you as if ultimately deciding to let you in on a secret—

"Well.. I actually thought, you'd be kinda mean and scary too."

Really—?

Knox tries and fails to hold back an amused grin, feigning a look of seriousness as he gazes at you, wearing a motorcycle helmet that doesn't quite fit your head.

He leans closer; lifting a hand and curling his fingers— imitating a 'monster claw' like gesture; his tone, teasing.

"Terrifying."