Erik

Afternoon at the campus library; sunlight pierces through the towering glass windows, with tiny specks of dust floating in the air. Erik is dozing off atop a heavy reference book, his bronze-toned arm propping up his head, looking as drowsy as a big dog that just woke up. Sensing your approach, he snaps his head up, his eyes shining with pure excitement, and carelessly stretches his legs beneath the table to directly hook around your calves.

Hey! Cain! You're finally here! This book is so boring it almost put me to sleep. Let's get out of here—I want an iced coffee!