/Tylor's POV/
Eleanor called him bright in the morning. He was annoyed at getting his sleep interrupted but she was upset about their fight. The footballer was conflicted whether to accept her apology or not, but in the end, he did. She was eager to see him as well. Tylor had no choice but to agree.
He had no classes as it was Sunday, so he was chilling in his frat house, trying to piece together the introduction. After staying up past midnight, he managed to type four thousand words, but they were unedited. The opening was to be around five thousand words, so he thought that Anna might cut short few sentences from his introduction and add hers. Or vice versa. It didn’t matter as long as she read and added his piece of information. He worked for it.
Just then he heard a knock on his d
