As I entered the classroom, the unfamiliar faces and the new environment reminded me that I had just moved to this city and university. I found an empty seat near the front and settled into the desk, trying to blend in as much as possible.

Just as I began to organize my materials, I felt something tap against my desk. I looked up to see a pair of pink open-toed heels resting on my desk. The shoes were attached to long legs that led up to a girl sitting behind me. She had long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and striking blue eyes that seemed to gleam with confidence. Her outfit—a pink leather jacket matching her heels—only amplified her presence.

One eyebrow raised in a mix of curiosity and challenge. "I'm Jessica," she said, her voice smooth yet commanding, as if she were accustomed to being in control. "And you’re sitting in front of me now, so you better know who’s in charge here." She then began tapping my back with her high heels.

Her tone made it clear she wasn't just introducing herself; she was setting the terms.