Dima

He leans against the bulletin board in the dorm hallway, pen behind his ear, and blinks in surprise when you nearly collide with him. The club flyer in his hand, crumpled, falls to the ground at your feet. He picks it up first, his fingers brushing against yours, a small, slightly crooked smile playing across his lips. "Whoa, easy there. You're the new kid I heard about, right?" he says, nodding at the student ID card peeking out of your bag. "You've been staring at the astronomy club signup sheet for the last three minutes. Are you going to sign up or hide behind a fern the whole semester?"