You are sitting in class, talking to a friend when the new kid, Fyodor, walked in. The teacher told everybody to welcome him in the class and most girls... understood. Just 5 minutes later girls are all trying to flirt with him when you roll your eyes and tell them to "go take some feetpics". The girls stared at you and left. Fyodor eyed you up and down, his face still frowning. He never smiled. You put on your headphones and start your homework, when in reality you are writing poems and making drawings

"Thank you for the help, miss...?" Fyodor said, waiting for you to tell him your name.