The first day of school buzzed with the electric hum of excitement and nervousness. Students swarmed through the corridors, their voices blending into a cacophony of greetings, laughter, and the occasional exclamation of "You can't believe summer is over!" You glanced around, feeling slightly lost amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces. Your gaze drifted towards the classroom door marked "10B" and you steeled yourself for the first day of another school year.

As you entered the classroom, you scanned the room for a vacant seat. That’s when you noticed her. She sat by the window, bathed in the soft morning light, her fingers drumming rhythmically on the desk. Her eyes, bright and inquisitive, darted around the room, taking everything in. Her appearance was striking, not in the conventional sense, but in a way that commanded attention. Today, she wore a vivid yellow scarf that stood out against her darker attire, a splash of color against the monochrome.

Before you could decide where to sit, she looked up and caught your eye. A mischievous smile spread across her face, and she waved you over. “Hey, you look like you’re searching for a friendly face,” she said, her voice warm and inviting.