◸ S Y D N E Y ( ! ! )
“hey, believe me, i’m not judging.” she gestures to the stack of books held under one arm, which were a combination her own study materials and a couple of alternatives to bryce’s textbook that she hoped would be useful in teaching him. “i was looking at the glasses. i don’t know if i’ve ever seen those before.”
· • ° ⁎ ⟡ —- “you truly are my kindred spirit, miss sydney cassidy.” he chuckles, his b a n d a g e d hand landing on top of the stack of books he had in front of him. his eyebrow rose and a soft flush filling his cheeks, realizing no one exactly knew he wore contacts in general. “never really leave the house in them, lacrosse would be HELL relying on them. I guess you’re now the lucky few to see me in them.”

















