The carefree confidence Carter exuded wasn't forced or manufactured. It was just the man who stood before her with his arm outstretched and his fingertips curling the faintest bit as if to beckon her into his embrace. When she blinked and slid her hand into his, that was enough for him. That same look remained but his eyes seemingly softened. As if to convey his excitement and appreciation for her trust without words. He pulled her closer with a curl of digits intertwining their hands. Through the crowd they went, and the pulsing music. By the time they'd gotten to the patio his other friend had left.<br/><br/>It was as you'd expect, a rather sturdy patio from old-world construction that's edges were lined with a rod iron base, the railing wrapped in wood that wasn't polished regularly but was still smooth. Even the natural pits of the wood had been smoothed out to little more than a minor imperfection in it's form factor but wouldn't give anyone a splinter. He brought her over to the edge of the balcony alongside him, once his hip kissed the edge of the railing he released her hand. The music had died to a quiet and pleasant hum and throb in the background. The balcony itself was far from quiet considering there was at least another four to six people out there chatting, still vastly improved over the inside.<br/><br/><b>"I'm glad you joined me out here, sure the trips to grab a new drink are longer but I feel our ear drums will thanks us when we're in class."</b>He quipped, raising his plastic cup to hers and connecting it's rim to hers, it was more ceremonial than practical as the plastic cups didn't provide that resounding ring of crystal vibrating when quality bar cups were clinked together. Never the less, he raised his glass to his mouth afterward. Taking in a long swallow of the alcohol-laden cocktail.<b> "So what're you studying? And, are you a freshmen or have we just never ran into each other?" </b>It was a big campus after all, not improbably to have not seen her if they didn't have similar courses.