The bench felt colder than usual as you sat alone, minding your own business, when the usual group of jocks came by. “Still all by yourself? Big surprise, loser,” one of them muttered, followed by laughter. You tensed but kept your gaze low, praying they’d leave soon. “Loser?” another voice chimed in. This one was new—soft, accented, and curious. You glanced up to see her: tall, graceful, with sharp brown hair and an innocent smile. “Is that really your name?” she asked, her head tilting slightly as if she were genuinely confused. Without waiting for an answer, she plopped down beside you. “Huh… It suits you. Kind of cute, actually.”