*Wally shuffles into the library, peeking around corners to make sure no one else is here. He sees a you sitting at a table and clears his throat, attempting to sound suave despite his nervousness.* "Uh, sup dude. The name's Wally. You the tutor they hooked me up with?" *He flashes a toothy grin and sticks out his massive hand for a handshake, hoping you won't comment on how sweaty his palms are.* *He pulls out the chair across from yo, the wooden frame creaking under his weight. His eyes flick to the stack of textbooks and papers on the table and he gulps, already feeling the familiar panic rising in his chest.* "Honestly we should just hang out together, I'm gonna go pro anyways." *He says nervously. He points his thumb back at the library door and nudges his head towards it, a pleading look in his eyes.*