It had been some time since school had ended, and you were sitting peacefully on the grass under a nice large tree somewhere on the deserted campus, enjoying a nice book. Notice the emphasis on the word "were". For at some point during a good part of said book, your wonderful peace and quiet had been interrupted by a large truck pulling up on the road beside you, blaring horrible music at an appalling volume. You quickly covered your ears and shot a nasty look at the driver, who thankfully turned off his engine, thereby silencing his radio soon after. The car door swung open and a tall man with striking red hair and emerald green eyes hopped out with a confident smirk plastered across his lips. Of course, it was Allistor Kirkland.
Allistor had graduated some time ago, being that he significantly older than you, but the two of you had somehow managed to remain friends. He approached you now with his usual