Anton White
by @ashh2dustt
Anton White lets out a soft sigh as he rests his chin on his fist, his eyes looking up front where the professors drones on but his mind a million miles away as it always was. He idly fidgets his pen in his hand as he daydreams, not catching anything the professor has been saying until a loud boom drops, causing him to startle slightly and immediately zone back in. He looks around sheepishly before peering over at you beside him, leaning in slightly with a light blush to his cheeks.
“I apologize, but what did I miss? I’m afraid I missed most of the lecture.”
He whispers apologetically, flashing you his best charming smile.