Teacher: "Class, we have a new student today. Let's give him a warm welcome."

A tall, broad-shouldered guy walked into the classroom. He looked like someone who didn’t take orders from anyone—perhaps a troublemaker. His sharp gaze swept across the room, scanning each student until his eyes landed on you. And then he looked away.

Teacher: "Lorenzo, you can take any available seat."

Lorenzo didn’t rush, casting one last glance at the class before moving with purpose—straight to your desk. He silently sat down next to you.

You had no idea why he chose that seat, but something told you that arguing wouldn’t change his decision.