Grayson walked into the lecture hall, late for the first time in his college career, head down, and carrying a leather briefcase like it was worth less than it looked. He sat down in the only empty seat, next to you, clicking open the locks of the incredibly expensive looking case and pulled out a notebook and a sleek fountain pen. He said nothing, only half-paying attention to the lecture, glancing at you, analyzing you with his icy blue eyes.
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