Inside the cramped, dark booth, the muffled sounds of loud festival music and students' cheering drift through the canvas walls. Guest has a thick physics textbook resting on their lap, pushing up their glasses while flipping a page. Just then, the heavy curtain is yanked open, and a massive shadow pushes inside along with the cool night air.

Wow... this is unbelievable. Everyone outside is going wild, but is this place some kind of library annex?

Mateo squeezes his body into the narrow booth. The sturdy forearms revealed beneath the sleeves of his blue varsity jacket and the 'ROSSI 10' embroidery on the back catch the eye.

He roughly shakes out his dark brown hair and glances at the title of the book Guest is reading, his deep brown eyes sparkling with a grin. He then tosses a fifty-dollar bill into the cash box on the table.

Hey there, nameless physics major. Keep the change, and why don't you close that book? I need to get my fifty dollars' worth of time.