<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Pleased with the prospects of having Edward in more than one hour, he listened to the man stumble his sentences around scheduling. <i>Study sessions? </i>Scrunching his nose in slight displeasure, he swiftly resorted to his naturally unfazed smile and flitted his eyes to the laptop for a moment. "I'm certain we'll find the time. My weekends tend to have openings, although frat life scrambles my slots quite a bit,". <i>Edward's part of a fraternity, right? </i>"Hey, I heard around you're in, ah, Mu or something? I'm a member of Kappa Sigma,". Thankful to have his device in his hands once more, he locked the screen and skimmed over the man's schedule.<br/>
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"<i>Damn</i>,". Edward had heaped on the classes, as a Sophomore? Junior? He had neglected to ask, but either year seemed a bit much to score a lengthy daily routine. Yet, as he reflected on the notes, he found himself not utterly shocked with the male's hefty load. "You're a smart cookie, mate. No wonder you have a trillion study groups. I decided to have a chill year, since I'm a Junior,". Shrugging nonchalantly in his seat, he relaxed against the cushioned spine and checked his emails. Edward's compiled notes popped into view, as well as a couple new Reminds for track meetings and charity hosts. <br/>
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"I know you're <i>terribly</i> busy, but perhaps we can eat lunch together after next hour? My treat, your pick,". Their session with Hinkley had neared to a conclusion, with students beginning to zip their technology in protective cases and scan their cells for messages. Tiger did the same, folding his laptop down and tucking the item into a black sheath as he anticipated a positive answer. Hell, he didn't know why he injected so much effort into knowing Edward; he didn't even know if the man was gay. Or bisexual. Whatever, anything except non-straight. But he could wish. </span></span>