He had been spending so much time with romantic interests as of late, losing himself in the process. The chaos of the campus and the rate at which people ran into his arms was getting to be a lot, he needed his best friend. He needed Layla. From the moment they had met in elementary school they had been inseparable. The streets of Chicago couldnt handle them and they found themselves at Northshore together. Lincoln was honestly more relieved than he let on when she had agreed to come with him, she was the sister he never had and she was the only one that always brought him back. He sat idled in front of her Sorority, his tesla silent, but the horn he blared ripping through the surrounding area. “COME ON LAYLAY!” he yelled out from the open door. “GET OUT HERE” he continued to yell. To anyone else this display would have been a lot, but he had done it to her so many times he was sure she would be desensitized to his antics.