We sat across each other, sipping at our drinks.

"What do you study?"

"Music performance. I want to be a singer one day or a music teacher if that doesn't work out."

"Music? Really," he questioned and I looked down at the cup in my hands, feeling self-conscious. I knew what was coming. People always felt the need to lecture me about my unrealistic career goals. "If you're studying music, why the hell are you taking a social behavior class?" I let out a sigh of relief.

"Well, for some reason I thought being in the class would help me connect better with an audience, but I underestimated how hard it was gonna be," I let out with a laugh. I bit my lip when I heard him chuckle along with me.

"I know what you mean." I tilted my head in confusion.

"What do you study?"

"Creative writing. I thought understanding people would help my writing, but I'm already struggling and it's only the first week." I nodded in agreement and lifted my drink to my lips. "There's just something about Wilson that makes me want to repeatedly throw myself against the wall."

I choked on the coffee as I failed to hold back a laugh. I buried my face in my arm as I coughed, stealing small breaths when I could.

"Are you alright? Didn't mean to make you choke." I nodded and finally got my throat cleared.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He gave me that smile again. I'm gonna die if he keeps smiling at me like that.

"What do you like to do outside of school?" We continued talked through my music theory class, study group and into the evening. I always loved spending an insane amount of time in a coffee shop, but I didn't think I'd enjoy it as much as I did sharing the time with Ryan.