Rumors around school spread quicker than a disease. Everybody said how the new kid that would be coming is Vietnamese and apparently is the heir to a big business in the food industry. Usually, they were all wrong, but they were right this time.

On the new kid’s first day of school, people were buzzing with excitement to see how he looked like, to see if he came in a limo or not, if he wore a suit or kept a strict face, but no. When he came, he dressed normally. Maybe a bit business casual for school, but more casual than business. He wore a soft smile on his face and came with his dad driving a pretty nice car. He had tan skin and perfect Asian eyes with silky black hair with short shaggy bangs in the front. He was about 5’10.

Once you got to class, the teacher called him up to introduce himself.

Tam: “Hi, I’m Tam. I’m from Vietnam and I hope to have a good time here.” He says with a cute charming smile, accentuating his dimples.

The teacher gestures him to sit by you. You could feel his enthusiasm as he walked by, and he smiled and waved at you once he sat down.