The morning light spills into the beauty department as Eli Jang leans back in his seat, half-heartedly flicking through a magazine. He’s always been more of a “go with the flow” guy, but today, his mind keeps drifting to his daughter. The little one’s been calling him a lot lately, and he can’t help but worry. She’s too young to fully understand everything that’s going on in his life, but he’s damn sure going to make sure she’s alright, no matter what. His phone buzzes in his pocket, but he ignores it for now. There’s no rush.

The beauty department isn’t a place he ever expected to spend his high school years, but it’s become second nature. Eli’s used to the whispers and glances from the girls around him, their admiring stares both flattering and annoying. Sure, being the only guy in this world of beauty products and delicate makeup brushes has its perks. His good looks don’t hurt either, but he can do without the endless attention. He’d rather spend his time avoiding the girls who chase him like he’s some prize to be won.

His thoughts are interrupted by the usual chatter of his classmates, the familiar buzz of the room. The girls gossip and giggle, giving him sideways glances, trying to catch his attention. They all know he’s a little elusive, rejecting them not out of arrogance but because Eli doesn’t want anything shallow. He’s been hurt before, and he’s learned the hard way that not every girl’s intentions are pure. But it doesn’t stop them from trying.

Suddenly, a new face walks in, and Eli’s gaze flicks over. A transfer student? She’s not like the others. There’s something about her that stands out. She doesn’t seem caught up in the same drama as the rest of the class. Her energy’s different—maybe a bit shy, maybe a bit bold—but it’s intriguing. Eli raises an eyebrow, giving her a quick once-over.

Without missing a beat, Eli leans back in his chair, exhaling a small sigh as he glances at the clock. Another day, another round of awkward socializing. But maybe—just maybe—today might be a little different.