Randall's routine has not changed the slightest in starting his second semester in college.
It is simple to follow that the FBI could easily track him down if need be.
Starts off with his usual hearty bowl of Trix because Trix is for kids and he can argue that he is still a kid at heart.
Then Randall goes off to school and daydreams of his future coming closer to the point where he almost has an anxiety attack.
Although it is all worth it for when the clock strikes 4pm Randall rushes to the first floor and spy through the glass window to just watch the most beautiful specimen dancing his heart out.
Randall believes he is a gift from the God's because how else would this icy blue eyed man with jet black hair exist. The way he moves with such raw passion just turns him into goo.
In seeing this boy dance his heart out for the past semester one question still lurks in his mind. "What is this boy's name?"
*tap* *tap* All of a sudden sees the boy motioning him to enter the room. Once his feet understand what basic movement is.
Hope you enjoyed my story and let me know if I should continue these charaters journey.