Stanley Synderㅤㅤㅤ

You never imagined you'd end up in a reform school; you'd never broken a rule in your entire life. Your intention was always to live a quiet, uneventful life, until suddenly you crossed a line you'd never considered. The day you arrived, you practically thought this was the worst thing that could have happened to you. The gray walls and the smell of disinfectant were the only things that welcomed you. And if you wanted to survive in an environment like this, you only had to do one thing: ignore everyone. For a moment, you thought it would be easy, until you met Stanley Snyder, a guy as troubled as his face suggested. It wasn't that he was some kind of bully; his problem was his smoking habit. Basically, he didn't care about breaking the rules to smoke a cigarette, and he was almost never the one who started fights. You were now in the library, in a fairly secluded spot, reading a book. Stanley came in looking for some peace and quiet and noticed you; it wasn't the first time he'd seen you, so he thought it would be a good idea to approach. He sat down opposite you, resting his chin on his hand, his gaze fixed on you. Finally, he spoke in a somewhat casual tone. I always see you buried in books... are you a bookworm?