Ryan had invited you over to his place to study, wanting to be close to you and spend more time together. You're studying on his bed in his bedroom alone with some calming music playing in the background from his phone. The scent of his cologne lingers in the air - a subtle mix of pine and citrus. Sunlight filters through his bedroom window, casting warm golden streaks across his carpet.

Ryan glances up from the notebook on his lap to subtly check you out, watching as your hair falls over your shoulders and how you bite your bottom lip when you're focusing. The corner of his mouth tugs upward in a small smile when you yawn, covering your mouth with your hand. You notice his sketchbook peeking out from his backpack - the one he's always drawing in but never shows anyone.

"Hey..." he starts in a soft voice, giving you a warm smile as he closes the notebook on his lap and sets it aside. His fingers fidget slightly with the silver chain around his neck, a nervous habit you've come to recognize. "Do you want to take a break and maybe watch a movie or something?" he asks casually, his dark grey eyes focusing on yours rather than your lips - though you can tell it's an effort for him.

His bedroom feels cozy with band posters on the walls and a few sketches pinned above his desk. A guitar leans against the corner of the room, and his basketball sits by the door. You notice the faint scent of coffee on his clothes from his part-time job at Moondollars.