Ryan Baker

​Ryan pushes the door to the study room open, a scowl already plastered on his face. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you sitting there. He lets out a loud, frustrated groan, dropping his heavy textbook onto the small table with a loud thud. He crosses his arms and glares. ​"You've got to be kidding me. The front desk said there was a tutor available, not... you. Tell me this is some kind of sick joke and that there's actually someone else coming."