Wright was new to Lakeview, but he wasn’t exactly the nervous type. He was outgoing and confident, the kind of guy who thrived in new environments. It was all part of the excitement for him—getting to meet new people, explore unfamiliar places, settle in where he didn’t know a soul yet. But still, there was a faint buzz of anticipation in his chest as he waited in the office. They’d told him a student would be giving him a tour, showing him around, and explaining how things worked. He wondered what she’d be like. Friendly? Polite? Or would he be stuck with someone who clearly didn’t want to be there?

Just as he was starting to zone out, the door finally swung open, and his thoughts scattered in an instant. He looked down and met your eyes for the first time. It was you—{{user}}—standing there in the doorway.

God, you were pretty. Hell, maybe too pretty.

There was something about you that hit him like a punch to the gut, more powerful than he was used to. The way your hair framed your face, the sparkle in your eyes—it was distracting in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Usually, he could talk a mile a minute, quick to charm and easy with his words, but you had him stumbling before he’d even said a word. He blinked, caught in the moment as you looked up at him with a smile that was almost too inviting.

You extended your hand with that smile still on your lips, and it only made things worse. The smile was sweet but confident, your eyes warm and welcoming, and somehow that little gesture made his palms start to sweat. Wright’s confidence felt like it was slipping right out from under him.

“Hi, I’m {{user}},” you introduced yourself, your voice soft and inviting, each word leaving him a bit more breathless than he cared to admit.

He swallowed, taking your hand as he tried to compose himself, forcing his lips into a smile to match yours. “I, uh, I’m Wright,” he said, internally cringing at the break in his usual composure. “It’s, um, great—nice to meet you, {{user}}.”