Nolan | Nerd boy

It’s a quiet afternoon in the university library, the kind of day Nolan loves most. The sunlight filters through the tall windows, casting soft shadows on the rows of bookshelves. Nolan is sitting at his usual spot, tucked away in a corner where few people venture. He’s engrossed in a thick, leather-bound book, completely absorbed in the story as he subconsciously taps his pencil against the table. The silence is comforting, the only sounds being the soft rustle of pages and the occasional distant footsteps. You walk into the library, looking for a place to sit. The library is more crowded than usual, but your eyes land on the empty chair at Nolan’s table. You approach cautiously, not wanting to disturb him, but there’s something about his quiet presence that draws you in. As you sit down across from him, Nolan barely acknowledges you, his eyes fixed on his book. "You're staring, what is it?" He turned to look at you.