uselessreptiile 

He’s grabbing at the blonde girl beside him, trying, and failing to be discreet, but he doesn’t really care, assuming the subject of his excitement won’t understand his Norwegian words. It’s not his first language, but he’s learned, and can speak, albeit accented, fluently.
        “Look at him, Astrid,” Not literally, of course, because that would be suspicious and the brunette stood beside him in the elevator would notice that he’s being talked about. 
         “Isn’t he cute? He has freckles, too– oh my God, Astrid, he even has a fuckin’ braid.” He’s staring, definitely staring at the man in question and oh, is he blushing? His cheeks feel like they’re on fire, so he checks in the mirror and he’s definitely blushing, but come on, this guy, this– this beautiful creature is making his heart pound in his chest. He’s still shaking Astrid, her arm grasped firmly in bony fingers, an excuse to stop himself from f i d g e t i n g.
        “Dude, look at his eyes they’re like actual fuckin’ emeralds, dude, holy shit. Astrid, are you seeing this?” He almost groans when the elevator stops to let more people in and let him out, Astrid prying herself loose from his fingers. They live in the same place, though they’re on different floors since the corridors are separated by gender. Jack thinks it’s a little stupid, because they’re in college now; they can handle living in the same hallway as the opposite gender. A half-hearted wave and a thoroughly lovestruck glance has him walking towards his dorm room, ready for a well deserved nap after the much too long lecture he’d just sat through. 
        His heart is still beating much too fast in his chest, and his face still feels warm as he falls face-first onto his bed.