[attr="class","mouths1"]As had become a rather constant and often norm within his life, a particular, closing fourth year within a distant academy past the city boundaries would have been making himself comfortable within the grounds of one of the many favorited cafes that he had found all throughout the past four years that he had relocated to Silver Falls and claimed it as his home. Perhaps he had actually become a tad too acquainted with the establishment as well as its employees, as he had more or less been one of the several located within the room at that moment in time who had been making idle but friendly and pleasant chit chat with a few of the workers as they were both on their shifts and off. Like how he usually did, he wore a kind, yet attentive smile towards those that had become a part of the conversation, as well. With the occasional sip upon his drink of choice - which had been a simple iced coffee, though he was admittedly planning to trade it out with a vanilla cappuccino when he decided to go for a second round of beverages - he peered intently at the laptop that had been opened before him as he typed on occasion. Voids of a vague, azure hue would have shifted to the papers spread upon the table in front of him, as well, as he took the final bite of one of the cakes he had gathered from the buffet. Quirking his lip as he gazed between email to email, as well as paper to paper, he tapped his fingers against the edge of his laptop absentmindedly before closing his eyes and sighing within an utmost sense of brief, yet heavy exasperation.

Aaaah… Damn. Screw college applications.

The thought rang through his intellect at that very moment, and he reached blindly yet carefully outwards, taking the handle of his coffee within the tips of his fingers before lifting it up and drawing it close. Touching it to his lips with a swift yet gingerly manner, he took a sip from its rim before setting it back down and allowing a shine of blue to unveil once more as he gazed upon the laptop screen for a second time. Grumbling quietly to himself as he glanced through several pending notices, as well as a few acceptance letters he and there, he appeared to stress himself a little bit too much as to where he had wanted to go- and to the point where he finally decided to simply get up and grab his plate. He looked reluctantly and silently towards the dessert buffet afar, murmuring to himself as he pulled his phone out with his free hand. Perusing what the selection had to offer at the moment, he walked and wove through the ongoing crowds around him, spotting one cake in particular as it remained within its specific little category and placement on its own. In a rather absentminded manner, he simply took note of it before glancing back down at his phone and unlocking his screen, making his way towards it as he resumed to browse throughout his emails on the go.

I could always go for my other picks… There were a few that I got accepted by on there… he thought to himself, becoming absorbed within his own, internal debate. ...My number one hasn’t given any kinda response, yet, though… I wanna go for something quickly since I might miss the enrollment period, but...dammit, I don’t wanna jump the gun if I do end up getting accepted there, too… God… Why couldn’t this be-

Before that last thought of his could be completed fully, he looked up from his phone at long last. He had sensed that he had arrived at the buffet in front of the same area where the cake should have been, and after giving it a sparing glance with little attention and detail towards his surroundings, had reached out with his other hand and taken care to insert the fork that he held part way within it before he gazed back down at his device. As soon as he did so, however, he felt a sudden contact against the utensil- and from the angle that he had plunged the fork into the pastry, it couldn’t have been hitting the plate just yet. There had to be something else obscuring the sweetened delicacy, and upon quickly realizing that, he lifted his head once more, finding himself following the arm towards which the other fork had been held by, and, thus, eventually peering over at the very girl that had seemingly set her own sights upon the same cake.