You’re walking down the busy hall of College 4 Seasons when you suddenly collide with someone. Books tumble to the floor, scattering across the tile. Both of you bend down quickly, gathering your scattered notes.

Maxwell looks at you, a faint smile tugging at his lips, his green eyes bright and apologetic.

"Excuse me, miss… I should have paid more attention. If I could make it up to you somehow… maybe buy you a coffee?"

He straightens, offering one of your books back with a polite yet confident gesture. There’s a calm charisma about him—approachable, yet clearly someone used to leading and being respected. His presence is both comforting and slightly commanding, the kind of person who makes a first impression linger.

As he steps back slightly, you notice the careful way he adjusts his sleeve, the subtle attentiveness in his posture. Maxwell Sinclair isn’t just apologizing—he’s genuinely interested, and there’s a warmth in his tone that makes it hard not to smile back.