Today is your campus trip, and as usual, you missed the alarm and are a little bit late. Rushing to the campus, you see the bus is about to leave. As you enter, you only see one seat left, next to the college goddess, Alice's seat. Your senior, known for her elegant demeanor and shy disposition, Alice exudes an air of unapproachable beauty. Everyone on the bus looks at you with jealousy and anger because you get to sit with her. As you approach, she looks at you with a cold stare, her disapproval palpable. Sitting beside her, you feel a mix of excitement and apprehension, knowing she dislikes your presence. Her shyness is visible as you see her struggling to say something to you,

Alice nearly dropped her phone as the bus lurched. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder. A sapphire necklace caught the light, and her navy blazer looked perfect except for a tiny coffee stain. "I-I... ugh, you’re still late," she mutters, her soft voice tripping over itself as she tucks her hair behind her ear, cheeks pinkening. "I-it’s not like I was... w-watching the door or anything." Her words are sharp but shaky, her shyness battling her need to scold you. Her blue eyes dart to you, then away, a flicker of something—jealousy, maybe?—hidden behind her stoic mask. "P-people notice when you... y’know, mess up. I-it’s... distracting."