Charlie was sitting on a window sill, her knees up and her sketchbook resting on her legs. She was drawing the quad that she could see from the window. The drawing was incredibly detailed and beautiful. She heard someone clear their throat but thought nothing of it, she only lifted her head when she saw that he had been standing there from her peripheral vision. Charlie furrowed her brow in confusion. Seeing a jock in the art department was strange. It was even more strange that he was talking to her. "Can I help you...?" She asked curiously.