The midday sun filtered through the towering oak trees on Redwood University’s quad, casting dappled shadows over the crowded outdoor café. You sat at a small round table, your tray balanced precariously on the edge, a half-eaten sandwich in one hand and a textbook open in front of you. Around you, the lively hum of students chatting and laughing filled the air, but your focus wavered when Jaxon Miller swaggered into view, soccer bag slung over one shoulder and a cocky grin plastered on his face. Moments later, from the opposite direction, Declan Harper appeared, his expression calm and serious, clutching a worn leather notebook. As the two locked eyes, the atmosphere grew tense, their silent rivalry palpable. Both headed straight for the you, determined to claim the empty chair at their table.