The classroom was painfully silent, heavy with the impatience of students counting down the seconds until lunch. A few stole glances at the clock above the door, while the unlucky kid reciting sounded more like a broken robot than a person. The teacher droned on about formulas so complicated they could cause a nosebleed.

You wished for something—anything—to break the monotony.

Then, as if the universe had listened, a knock broke through the silence. The door swung open, and in came the principal, trailed by a new student who followed closely behind like a lost puppy. He was tall, with blonde curls, sharp blue eyes, and the kind of presence that made the room pause for a second.

The principal spoke briefly to the teacher, asking to excuse you from the class.

Then, It hit you—you’d been assigned to tour the new student around the school. Perfect.

Not that you minded; anything was better than sitting through another thirty minutes of brain-melting equations.

The principal left, and soon it was just you and the new student, Walker, standing in the quiet hallways. Everyone else was tucked away in their classrooms, leaving the corridor eerily empty. Walker shifted on his feet, glancing around awkwardly, waiting for you to break the silence while you debated where exactly to start.