Under the awning of the Humanities building, a cluster of students huddled, waiting for the downpour to ease. Phones glowed, conversations murmured, umbrellas rattled.

You spotted him before he saw you.

Nathan Williams stood apart from the crowd, hood up, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets. He wasn't looking at his phone, wasn't checking the sky. He was just standing there, watching the rain hit the concrete, something unreadable in the set of his jaw.

A few steps away, his roommate Marcus was laughing at something on his screen, nudging Nathan's arm.