leather clad shoulders holding his bookbag on one, stefan’s just adjusting it as he stops in the center of the green field. simply taking in the beautiful weather. he never comes to this specific spot where most of the jocks congregate, being the loner that he is. still very much carrying his same mysterious persona, except now he isn’t the mysterious guy at high school anymore but college. always been the different kid out of his peers. only sticks to his small group of friends because he’s a very trustworthy person and he needs that trust returned. after all, it’s impossible to trust everybody. one reason he’s so reserved, it’s hard enough trusting one person but he’s managed to find a few good friends. likes the loud, raspy yet meaningful sound of classic rock over any of the other music anyone’s into these days. enjoys to both read and write. in fact, he spends most of his time doing so. not to say he hasn’t been an athlete himself, he even played football for two years, basketball in middle school and baseball once but it didn’t really work out too well. he just wanted to please his father. but-- he’s suddenly glad some kind of fate has led him to the field of misery where jocks pool as he’s turning his head. it’s as if all of his surroundings soften around him and the only thing prominent is this beautiful girl emerald eyes land on. intrigued by her, unable to recall if he’s even seen her before. feeling like he has an odd connection the very moment he sees her. anyone that notices the look in his eyes wouldn’t dare to say otherwise. they’d be blind if they didn’t see just how he’s looking at her. soft smile absently playing on his lips, a fond look in his bright green eyes that look as if he’s looked at the dark haired beauty a million times in his young life when he’s only saw her once . . . at least in this lifetime. mesmerized, simply mesmerized by her.
