[center][h1][color=39b54a]Erik Fieldson[/color][/h1][/center]
Interacting with: [@Raptra] [@Squirrel98]

The girl leaned forward with her arms crossed on the table to gaze and reply with him with an unexpectedly serious tone. As she replied, the girl was looking over him with what seemed like mild curiosity. He could not blame her for that though as it was not everyday that a man like himself entered someone else's life. Besides, each part of his appearance had been planned to fit in with the people here. For instance, the long sleeve shirt he had on was quite nice, but not so nice that it came off as frivolous or pompous. Even the textbook in his hand was there to cement his existence at Pine Hills and to give them a connection. Just as he was being observed, Erik gathered in as much data as he could from her words and demeanor. Her satchel was so bright and contrasted neatly against her seemingly flat personality, implying more layers than just brief contact would allow him to ascertain. He wondered briefly if such contrasts in her art and style choices would carry over to other aspects of her life. Her grey eyes seemed to linger on the textbook in his hand. He took note that her latte cup had been just about finished meaning her time here would soon come to an end. 

Erik let out a small chuckle. [color=39b54a]"If such formal titles be needed, then you may address me as Mr. Fieldson or if you aspire to the heights of more casual communication, Erik. And you... Miss?"[/color] He took a final sip of his hot chocolate, as he concocted the rest of his response.

[color=39b54a]"I spent some time a few summers ago and thought I would give art a try. Unfortunately, I didn't seem to have the knack for it or the time to try and hone those skills, but I did gain a deep appreciation for the history of the subject and the creation of art. Most of all, the fascinating array of mediums artists use to convey thoughts, feelings, stories. It's really quite incredible."[/color] He paused for a moment, placing a wistful smile on his face, then lightly shaking the expression away as he continued.

[color=39b54a]"Anyway, I have not been able to make enough time for art appreciation of late. They really make you work to enter Pine Hills Academy, especially when you are trying to enter through the scholarship track. I have had my nose buried inordinate amount of books for quite some time. So, when I looked up over there and saw your piece, the feeling of that calm in the storm spoke to me and reminded me to take a moment to breathe. I wanted to express my gratitude and to tell you, as I said before, that your work really meant something to me. Truly."[/color] He flashed his brightest smile at her, then glanced down to check the time on his phone.

[color=39b54a]"Unfortunately as much as I would like to stay and chat, I still have many things to get around to today, so I have to get going. I believe that we are going to be having at least a few classes together tomorrow. Hopefully, I will see you then!"[/color]

Erik waited for her reply, then gave a slight wave as he left for his dorm, placing his empty mug in the cafe return tray. There truly were more things to prepare before tomorrow, the most important of which was getting ready to make his debut for his roommates. While he was walking, he noticed the music start Alex Pearson, who had avoided contact with others earlier in the day, was now singing and dancing for a small crowd of other students. Erik, taken back slightly, paused and blinked several times in surprise before continuing onward. He supposed Alex was in the entertainment scene for a reason. He payed little attention to the song as he walked, absorbed in his own thoughts.