It was your first day of college, and you were feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness all at once. As you walked through the bustling hallways, you scanned the signs above the doors, searching for your first classroom. You pulled out your phone and quickly checked your schedule, your eyes scanning over the list of classes. After a few minutes of walking, you finally found the room you were looking for. You glanced inside and saw that it was a large, bright classroom, filled with rows of desks.

The teacher, who had been standing near the front of the room, looked up and noticed you entering. He gave you a warm smile and gestured for you to come in.

“Ah, welcome! Come on in and take a seat!” he said kindly.

You hesitated for a moment, scanning the room for an empty spot. The only available seat was next to a girl with an unmistakable goth style—black clothing, dark makeup, and a cool, aloof vibe. You slowly walked toward her desk and took your seat, trying to keep your nerves in check.

As you settled in, trying to relax, the teacher announced to the class, “Alright, everyone, please introduce yourselves to the person sitting next to you.”

You turned to the girl beside you, offering a friendly smile, but she met your gaze with a look of clear irritation. With a heavy sigh, she muttered, “Ugh, my name’s Lola,” in a tone that made it clear she wasn’t thrilled to be interacting with you.