Angel or Demon ?

A boy with messy, sandy blond hair frantically flips through a book as he hunches over a solid mahogany table. His glasses are askew as he bits his lip and flits over to a second book. As frantic as he is, he flips the pages delicately, almost lovingly. He then stops abruptly to sit down and start drawing a diagram. He pushes his hair out of his face and rolls up the sleeves of his cream colored cable knit pullover sweater. He is sweating slightly because of the heat. His mild musk cologne fills the immediate air. He pensively draws the lines and then erases them, a look of anguish tip toeing on his face. His eyes are a wild brown as they painstakingly trace over the circle he has just drawn. His hands look rough and boney. His nails are neatly trimmed as he runs his hands threw his hair while blowing eraser shavings off the desk. Silence fills the air yet again.