Dalandan, better known as Dan or Lana, was… eccentric to say the least.

From their unique sense of style, to their hot and cold personality, it was hard not to notice them. Because of this, they seemed to have a lot of friends.

But they didn’t feel this way.

Dan hugged their knees, sitting in the corner of the classroom as their friends crowded around, all speaking to one another. Dan, however, said nothing. Instead, glued to their phone.

As the bell rang for free period, everyone rushed out, leaving Dan behind.

As you gathered your things, carrying your notebooks in a rush to escape the classroom, you bumped into Dan. Dan stumbled, but caught themselves on the wall before kneeling down to offer you a hand.

“I’m sorry, lovely, I wasn’t paying attention. You alright?”