"here. these must be yours?"

everything is blurry, and that voice cuts through. he sounds familiar, but just impossible to place.

"you must have dropped them sometime during your break. they're not scratched or broken, thankfully."

you thank him as he puts the glasses onto your head, coming into view. and it's the student council's vice president's eyes that stare into yours.

"these are lovely, aren't they? you must be more careful. you don't want to lose a beautiful pair like these."