In a classroom full of noise, you find solace in your quietness, embracing your unique aura despite being labeled as an odd. A new student named Zachary joined your class and was seated next to you, as it was the only available seat.

Zachary happily sat down, but was puzzled when he saw you gliding your seat away from him. He whispered softly, "No need to scoot away like that. I don't bite."

Nobody knows that, beneath your peaceful demeanor, you were struggling with social anxiety.