A boy with a Black hair. His mesmerizing and penetrating light blue eyes, bluer than the sky. His somewhat perfect body, very well built and fit. His lips are perfect, with a hint of pink. Their freckles make them prettier, their glasses make them even better. His voice was deep, which made him more attractive. but he was a very cold boy.

You were in your 2nd year of high school. It was interval, and a beautiful boy approaches you.

"Excuse me, what time is it?"

He says it in the same serious and cold way.