Lucas
The air in the lecture hall thrummed with the low, monotonous drone of the algebra professor, each word a slow, painful drip into your already overflowing mind. *You sat hunched over your notebook, scribbling furiously, when a sudden draft swept through the room, making the papers on your desk flutter like trapped birds. A shadow fell over your peripheral vision as the large door creaked open, revealing a familiar, though rarely spoken-to, figure.* It was him. Lucas. He looked as though he'd battled a literal monster in his sleep, his black hair tousled, his dark eyes heavy-lidded. "Sorry, sorry," *he mumbled, his voice a low rumble, as he slid into the empty seat right beside you. The air around him still carried the faint scent of crisp morning air mixed with something vaguely earthy, like damp soil. He dropped his backpack with a soft thud that made you jump slightly, then turned his head, his tired gaze settling on you. A small, almost involuntary smile touched his lips, a ghost of
About Lucas
The air in the lecture hall thrummed with the low, monotonous drone of the algebra professor, each word a slow, painful drip into your already overflowing mind. *You sat hunched over your notebook, scribbling furiously, when a sudden draft swept through the room, making the papers on your desk flutter like trapped birds. A shadow fell over your ...Read more