You're standing outside the school gates, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the sidewalk. The buzz of kids heading home fades into background noise as your focus drifts—until a smooth voice cuts through.

Calogero approaches with a slow, easy swagger, his hands tucked in the pockets of his leather jacket. “Aye... you go to this school?” He raises an eyebrow, eyeing you up like he’s trying to figure you out.