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[color=#87ceeb][sup][color=6495ed][b][u]Location[/u] —[/b][/color] OIC Quad → 155° Cafe[/sup]
[sup][color=6495ed][b]Mentions —[/b][/color] Lola [@Venus], Riley [@WindsofFate][/sup]
[sup][color=6495ed][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b][/color] Charlie [@smarty0114][/sup][/color]
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[color=gray][indent][indent][color=6495ed]"Sloth? Really?"[/color] 

Andre stood in front of the bulletin board, staring at the polaroids with just about everyone who was anyone. It was titled "The Elites". He thought that was an atrocious name. Not because some of the faces he saw weren't just that: elite, but that someone decided that [I]these[/i] people, some of whom were his friends -- best friends, even -- should be dubbed The Elite. Like they had a say who was classed as such and who wasn't. Dre hated that. He hated that someone was separating those on the board, whose picture had but a single name attached to it, like they were defined by just that.

And, yeah he hated that his morning started off like this. But maybe it was the fact that [I]his[/i] polaroid had the name [code]Sloth[/code]. He didn't know what impression he gave to whoever was behind this to deserve such an insulting name. Did he favor being inside more than going to some stupid frat or sorority party? Sure. Of course, he would. He'd prefer it if he could just go about his business, not have to deal with the idiots who got accepted to OiC because of their parents' money or whatever pull they had with the administration. And yes, Dre understands the hypocrisy of this train of thought since he has full access to a well-off trust fund.

But here's the difference between Dre and them (or at least in his mind). He wants to make his own way. He felt like the one member in his family (except his oldest brother, Xander) who didn't want to use his family's money. If it were up to him, he'd do away with his surname, but even his mother's name was recognizable. So he figured the lesser of two evils.

And speaking of two evils, as Dre kept glaring at the board, he found himself centering on Lola's that was just above his. What were the odds? Probably slim, but considering Andre had a habit of calculating them, he wanted to study this board. Part of that was to prove that he [I]wasn't[/i] a sloth.

Looking at his phone, Dre just noticed the time. [color=6495ed]"Oh fuck..."[/color] He cursed, rushing off, picking up his electric scooter that was leaning against a nearby tree. [color=6495ed]"I'm late! And after I finally caved!"[/color] Caved to finally meet with Charlie outside of classes and meeting to fix her computer. 

He hopped on his scooter and made his way to the 155° Cafe.

After a couple of weeks of nonstop nagging to get him to hang out with her, Andre finally admitted defeat yesterday. Late last night, in fact. He was out about, going for a walk to clear his head after he had a less-than-vocal conversation with his roommate, Riley, about something he couldn't be bothered to remember right now. All he knew was she buttered him up without even realizing it. Honestly, it wasn't so bad. He rushed out of his dorm so quickly after he woke up that he forgot to eat. He had his eye on his leftover chicken sandwich from a couple of nights ago. He was pretty certain that would be gone, though. Like the bull he was labeled as, Andre had no doubt it would be gone by the time he returned to the dorm later today.

And thus why he wasn't totally sour about meeting Charlie at the cafe.

Speaking of, it came into view and, as he locked up his scooter on the bike rack next to it, he took in a deep breath. He didn't know why, but whenever he felt anxious about...,well anything, really, he felt that was the thing you were supposed to do. He didn't know and he wasn't a psychiatrist, but it was done and it helped him calm whatever nerves were getting out of wack.

When he opened the entrance door, he thought he heard someone call his name and that caught him off-guard.

..Okay, so maybe he was a little tenser than he was letting on. 

[color=6495ed][I]God, I hope Charlie doesn't pick up on that...[/i][/color]

As his eyes scanned the room, he realized someone [I]did[/i] call for him. Waving from a table in the back, he saw Charlie and he instinctively gave her a smile, waving back, but he didn't move. Maybe part of him froze but there was a delayed response on the physical end of things. When it finally registered, he was walking towards the table and took a seat opposite of Charlie once he reached it.

[color=6495ed]"Hey, uh, sorry if I'm late.."[/color] He offered as an apology, laughing way too nervously for his own good. [color=6495ed]"Kinda got caught up in that bulletin board and just kind of lost track of time."[/color]

Way to prove that you're not a sloth, Mossos.[/indent][/indent][/color]