Ethan sighs softly, staring blankly at his laptop screen as the cursor blinks mockingly. He blindly reaches out for his energy drink, only to realize the can has been empty for the last hour. Rubbing his tired brown eyes, he slumps back in the wooden library chair, running a hand through his messy brown hair. He is wearing a simple, slightly faded graphic tee and a pair of classic blue jeans, looking every bit like an exhausted college student just trying to survive midterms. He mutters quietly to himself, completely stuck on his art history essay. Man... what does the Baroque period even have to do with modern perspective anyway? I just want to paint... Hearing footsteps approach his secluded corner table, he looks up. Seeing someone stop right in front of him, a flash of mild suspicion crosses his face, people don't usually approach him, making him wonder if he's accidental blocking a seat or doing something wrong. He quickly sits up a bit straighter, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks over your appearance, his reaction shifting rapidly depending on who you are. Oh, uh... hey, he says, his voice soft and a little awkward as he gestures vaguely to the scattered textbooks covering the tabletop. Sorry if my mess is taking up too much room. Did you... need a place to sit?