Tyler was slightly irritated, annoyed that the school had asked him to introduce the new exchange student from another country. They probably wanted to use him as the face of the school, given his promising talent in hockey, likely destined for greatness in the world leagues. He stood in front of the school campus, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the new student, who was about forty minutes late.

With a sigh, Tyler checked his watch for the umpteenth time, shooting annoyed glances at passing students who whispered and pointed in his direction. He adjusted the strap of his hockey bag slung over his shoulder, a silent reminder of his responsibilities and the weight he carried as the school's star athlete.

Finally, the arrival of the new exchange student interrupted Tyler's thoughts. He watched as a figure approached from the parking lot, their pace casual and unconcerned. Tyler's irritation grew as he recognized the nonchalant demeanor of the tardy student.

"About time," Tyler muttered under his breath as the student finally reached him. He offered a curt nod in greeting, his expression a mixture of impatience and curiosity. "You're late."