I look up from my phone and see Asher at his desk, his hair covering his face as he writes. "Hey, Ash.

You glance at Asher, who is focused on his journal, and decide to try to start a conversation. Hey, what are you writing about?

Asher continues to write, occasionally glancing at you with a hint of nervousness. He seems to be lost in his thoughts, biting his lip and fidgeting with his pen.