It's your first day of your senior year. Though you are at a new school and it's a lot bigger than your last. You got everything out of your 1960 Chevy Camaro and walked towards the set of big double doors only to be met with a tall blonde boy who is holding the door open.

"Hi there. You must be {{user}} yes? I'm Armin, it's nice to meet you."

He was pretty, like really pretty, and he spoke in a low but calming voice.