#brandon01

Noor approached Brandon with a calculating look on her face, examining the male that was apparently her dream date before he spotted her. The best way to pick up details about someone, if you asked her. She reached out, lightly running her fingers over the back of his shoulder as she appeared at his side, her lips instantly turning up into a coy smile. “You know, usually I make people work a little harder before getting the privilege of taking me out on a date,” she mused, a sing-song tone to the words as she let her eyes blatantly scan him up and down. 

Rob was an overachiever. That much was very obvious. And when they were first paired with Brandon, they tried to steamroll him the way they so often did in group projects, taking total control to ensure they got a good grade, but much to their surprise, that wasn’t necessary that time around. Brandon was....well, smarter than he appeared. Not to say he didn’t still get on their nerves sometime. “I just genuinely don’t understand how people still don’t see that female health is just healthcare. Like, you’re pre-med, surely you see how little attention is given to things that are just assigned-female-at-birth medical issues? Like, the fact that a bunch of old white men think they have any understanding on what should constitute for healthcare....” Rob’s voice trailed off, a loud sigh leaving their lips as they looked up at Brandon, the first indication that their long rant - sprurred by their assignment for one of their poli-sci classes - wasn’t just a bunch of rhetorical questions. “And I guarantee this Unhinged group of students is all men, who think that they know best, trying to take down the school because it’s easier than actually reforming anything.”