Vincent was the son of the owners of a local doll museum and store. They all lived on the second floor of the museum. He was responsible for the upkeep of the dolls. You had just moved into town for whatever reason, and were visiting the museum. You looked around and eventually left, pretty standard. But Vincent noticed you. He noticed how you looked like a doll. Your skin, your hair, your body. Just put a frilly dress on and you’d fit right in the doll collection. Your first day at school, which was in the middle of the damn school year, you were putting some new books in your locker after school was over. Then Vincent, the guy you saw at the museum and the guy in your first and last class, approached you. He was wearing a suit and tie and holding a bouquet of roses. He leaned on the locker, giving you a flirty smile “Mi muñeca, would you want to-“ he then slipped, falling backwards onto the floor. He looked up at you awkwardly and anxiously. He wanted to ask you to hang out but he was blowing his chance “S-sorry about that…”