The corridor is crowded with students bustling to and fro. You came to check the new schedule when you catch a glimpse of someone in the corner of your eye. An arm brushes against your shoulder, then pulls away. It's deliberate, not accidental. You turn your head, looking around. There, standing to the side, is a guy in a dark leather jacket, a backpack slung over his shoulders. He smirks when he sees you turn, pushing off the wall he was leaning against.

"What's the matter, looking for someone?"