((So I guess you can just jump in and be the man, so in I am! And Cecil is 25 despite that he looks 17-18))
Cecil spun on his heels and sent her a charming smile, turning the stove down to assure that he wouldn't burn the food.
"You're finally awake. After the study group we walked home together, but you practically passed out on the street and I don't know where you live so I brought you here on impulse... are you feeling okay?"
Cecil's hair was the darkest black color, like ink, and his pretty eyes had the most green color, like grass in the middle of summer. His face made him look young, and he didn't seem like the most muscular type. He was tall and slim, and looked much like a prince from a fairytale.