Ambrose shifted restlessly as Samantha drilled him with questions, which was only interrupted by Caleb's interjection. Ambrose hung on to his every word, even though he hated that he was excited to have attention of Caleb. He blinked at the flirts from Caleb. Was it flirting? Or maybe he was just being arrogant and self-centered? Either way, a blush graced his cheeks at the comment. "Sure... I'll consider that, thanks."

Ambrose scooted up in line once Caleb was called over to the desk. Clutching his papers, he refocused back on Samantha. His eyebrows raised at Caleb's profression. "Wow, um, that's...interesting." He said, not completely how to respond or even how to feel about it. It wasn't really his business yet. "What party?" He asked but the phone number was shoved into his hand and Samantha had already bounded off. He was left there in line, still processing the interaction that just took place.

But snapped out of his pondering, the large women at the desk beckoned him forward with a sharp bark. He plopped down and began the tiring process of registration. Although he was prepared, it was still grueling and time-consuming. Finally, his classes were assigned and he was given his student ID. Ambrose sighed heavily as he stepped away from the desk, dismissed by a flippant wave of the hand.