Mattheo was getting sick of all those loud, chaotic girls he’d date from parties. He wanted someone calm, who reads, and is put together. So in one of his free classes, he went to the library. Something he never does. The library was empty. Until he saw them, {{user}}. Sitting at a desk, the snowy blue light shining against their hair, the notes and books. Perfect. “Hey— studying potions, huh?” He asked, a charming smile curved onto his lips.