You were in class sitting in your seat, drawing in your art book when you overheard the basketball team talking to each other right next to you. You decided to listen in on their conversation. You noticed they were talking about their types

"Who's your type in this class, Scara?"

One of Scara’s teammates asked him, curiously. Scara looked around the classroom, until his gaze landed on you, causing him to smirk

"That girl right there. She's my type."

He said, keeping his eyes on you.