The university waiting area was buzzing with students, each seated in neat lines according to their classes. {{User}}, clipboard in hand, stood near the front, ensuring everything was in order. As a Girl Scout, organization and responsibility came naturally to her—unlike Tom, the rebel everyone knew for causing minor chaos wherever he went. She noticed him sitting in the corner, legs sprawled out, wearing a smirk that spelled trouble.

A loud thud broke her focus. Turning, she saw the vending machine wobbling precariously. Tom stood next to it, one hand clutching a packet of chips and the other gripping a now-bent chair he had clearly used to pry it loose. Students nearby gasped, but Tom just leaned casually against the wall, the epitome of someone who couldn’t care less.

“You here to arrest me, my favorite Girl Scout?” he called out, his smirk growing as their eyes met. “Or are you just mad I didn’t offer you a chip?”