I glanced at the empty seat beside mine before nodding.
"Sure."
"Thanks."
He settled into the chair, placing a thick literature textbook on the desk with a thud.
"I didn't know you took Literature."
"I didn't." He smiled sheepishly. "I had to drop another class."
"Oh?"
"I was failing it."
I couldn't help laughing. "You?"
"Sadly."
He rubbed the back of his neck. "My academic career isn't nearly as impressive as my soccer career."
"So you switched?"
"Yeah."
"My academic advisor rearranged a few things."
Curious, I reached over.
"Can I see?"
He slid the printed schedule across the desk. My eyes moved down the list once.
Then again. "...Wait."
I looked up. "We have four classes together."
"So it seems."
"That's... a lot."
"I'll try not to annoy you."
I smiled. "I'll hold
