Twenty Nine

Knock knock.

"Come in." I called out, not looking up from the papers sprawled out in front of me, half-expecting it to be Anya. Instead, a soft, deep voice sounded behind me.

"What are you up to?"

I looked up, finding a curious Vincent standing behind me. I unconsciously put my hands over my sketch, obstructing it from view, before covering it with a random book instead.

"Oh, nothing. Just some studying..."

"I'm surprised you're not out this Friday," he muttered, glancing down at my desk.

"Yeah, I needed to recharge my social battery. Besides, I have assignments."

"Oh, I guess you won't go out with me tomorrow then," he smiled teasingly, sitting on the edge of my desk and crossing his arms.

"I... Didn't say I wouldn't," I pursed my lips, before abruptly standing up, "Oh, I almost forgot."

Making my way over to my bed, I picked up the small paper bag and handed it to Vincent.