Vincent Acavell
    c.ai

    As I walked down the hallway, I noticed him—a guy standing alone near the lockers, dressed sharply in the school uniform. His posture was relaxed, yet his expression held an air of quiet distance. His hair was perfectly styled, a few strands falling just over his forehead, giving him an effortlessly handsome look that caught my attention.

    For a split second, he glanced up, and our eyes met. There was something intense and distant in his gaze, like he was miles away despite standing right there. Just as quickly, he looked away, slipping back into his solitude, leaving me with a lingering curiosity.