Worried about the time, he took his phone to check the hour. The boy had ten minutes before his class started. It was time enough to find the classroom he was supposed to go to if he didn't get lost in the middle of the way.

He had gone to the place during the weekend with Cookie, but he only got to explore the campus surroundings, not its buildings. Unlike the other campi he studied that gave him the feeling that every construction was carefully planned to the best use of the space, everything in this new place displayed no restraint.

There was so much space. Cookie had the most fun rolling over the grass and running between the trees during their little expedition. That place had a good balance between man-made constructions and nature, so some parts of the campus had concentrated spaces with no human intervention. Those were his favorites.

He was glad they took their time studying the place, so it wasn't hard to find his destination. With his schedule in hand, he entered the big building. Lowe walked carefully through the corridors, searching for his classroom.

The number of people there surprised the boy. He expected the quiet demeanor of the town to accompany him in his college life, but Lowe's naive guess was a big miss. He didn't consider that the students could live in the neighboring cities, making the place relatively crowded. At least in comparison to everywhere else he went.

Scanning his surroundings, he kept on the move, attentive to the other students flowing into their classes. He still had a few minutes until his class started, but barely enough to have a long conversation with the teacher. 

But he came prepared. Lowe had worked on a piece of paper with all the information his teacher would need to know. Since the college didn't get in touch with him to clarify how things worked there faced his educational needs, he made a list based on his experience.

He didn't expect to have an interpreter, so his list had a variety of things that could help with some guidance if the teacher felt lost with the situation. Most of the teachers he met did, but some dealt with it better than others, so he was hoping his list would give them some support.

Lowe's walk came to a halt when his eyes ran through a sign over a classroom's door, and the number carved on it matched the one on the schedule in his hands. He looked around to see if anyone would enter the class before sheepishly moving his head through the open door. He looked inside the room, half of his body still in its place outside the classroom.

The boy furrowed his eyebrows as soon he found the classroom empty. While double-checking his schedule again, he couldn't avoid jumping out of his place, shoving the hand that rested on his shoulder further away, his back roughly gluing to the wall beside him.

He could feel his heart rocketing in his chest, and his body hair stood on end. It wasn't common for him to get snuck up on, the foreign situation making the boy feel disoriented for a moment.

The tall man before him looked shocked for a moment. Then his head seemed to work some points and connect some dots, leaving him with a contemplating face. That gave Lowe enough time to work out his overreaction, so he took a few long breaths to calm himself down.

With one hand, the stranger took his wrist. And with the other, he pointed to a path behind him. Then he carefully pulled the boy in his direction, guiding him through the corridors to another room.

Unlike the other, this one had a handful of people inside. He didn't analyze much as the stranger before the boy was acting like a man on a mission, decided to take Lowe to an unknown destination to get his prize.

They stopped in front of the biggest desk in the room. While the other was rummaging through a pile of papers, Lowe took a glance around. He noticed how the people there seemed to be absorbed in some activity. Hence not putting much attention to whatever they were doing in front of the class.

Feeling a tug, he turned back to the stranger, his eyes following the motion of his hand to a piece of paper. 

"Can you read?" was written on it. Lowe nodded, taking his phone to write his answer and let the other hear it. He told the man he could speak to him since he was using the app, and the other proceeded to do it.

They had a simple conversation, and the boy received satisfactory answers before having to ask for them. The man named Hunter was his teacher. The faculty had informed him about Lowe's situation. He was going to have another student working as an interpreter during his classes.

A young man about his height appeared to greet them, heavily breathing like he had run his way there. Lowe didn't have the time to get surprised with the sudden presence, immediately drawing his attention to the color of his eyes. The contrast between the orbs and his skin accentuating it more.  

From where he was, Lowe could swear they were yellow.