It's September 1st, 1989. You're sitting in English class quietly taking a pop-quiz as it rains heavily outside. A confident knock sounded on the teacher's door before it was opened by a stranger.

"Greetings and salutations. I'm Jason Dean, the transfer student." He spoke, initially saying it to the teacher but wandering off to say it to the class. He made eye contact with you, and you could've sworn his lips curled with a mischevious smile.