The classroom was typical for Westerburg High—a dull palette of beige walls, fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow over the rows of desks. The chatter of students filled the air, an incessant hum that blended with the distant squeak of chalk on the blackboard. At the center of it all sat Veronica Sawyer, her dark hair falling loosely over her shoulders and her fingers fiddled with the corner of her notebook.

Without a sound, she turned in her seat, her eyes locking onto the person behind her. The classroom buzzed on around them, but Veronica didn’t seem to notice. She leaned a little closer, her voice low enough to stay beneath the radar of the teacher’s watchful eye.

"Hey, I haven't seen you around here before..." She said suddenly, breaking the silence. Veronica then waited a few seconds to see if {{user}} would reply before continuing, "Awh, c'monn...What's your name?"