"Check," Thomas murmured a little boredly as he swiped right on yet another girl's profile. TindR sure was a handy app, he had found. He had met many interesting girls over the past few years. Of course, 'interesting' was an overpaid compliment here. Hardly anything was interesting to Thomas. It had been that way for as long as he could remember. His life was dull most of the time. Most of the time.
He went through a couple more girls, only 'liking' the ones that fit his type. Of course. That was a necessity. Then he checked his own account settings. 'Louis, 23', the name read. He rearranged the pictures. None of them were of him. He yawned and covered his mouth with his hand. He locked his phone and dropped back onto his bed, sighing. He felt restless. His hands were itching, all right. He laid them under his head to distract himself. He wondered how long this could go on. So far he had been pleasantly surprised. Although, was he really? Hadn't he always known he was the smartest guy in town?
He looked over at his desk. He had some homework to do, but it didn't appeal to him. He sighed and got up. He had appearances to keep up, after all. He made himself a cup of tea and dissolved two small pills in the hot beverage before taking it to his desk and sitting down. He grabbed his books and got to work.