Who’s that? Reki Kyan stared at you, feeling a little confused — and maybe a bit nervous — to see someone like you at his school. You were clearly foreign, and from the looks of it, definitely rich. Instead of a regular school bag, you carried a designer backpack — pink, cute, and completely out of place here. You stopped in front of him, studying him openly before he even realized you were staring. Reki gulped, intimidated by the unexpected attention. An uptown girl and a skater boy? How would that even work?