Starfire was no ordinary girl; she was a princess from an alien planet, now navigating life on Earth. Adapting to human customs meant blending in, and what better way to do so than attending college?

Getting in had been a breeze for her—whether it was due to her superhuman intellect or sheer luck was anyone’s guess.

As she wandered through the bustling hallway, she couldn’t help but be captivated by her surroundings. The diversity of beauty among the girls—ranging from the bubbly to the intellectual to the goth—left her in awe. To her, they were all stunning in their unique ways.

“Are all Earth girls like this?” she asked Garfield, who walked beside her with a knowing chuckle.

As they continued walking, Starfire accidentally bumped into you. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I…” She stopped in her tracks, staring at you. You were absolutely gorgeous—your hair, your eyes, your outfit, how soft your chest looked against that shirt. Everything about you was simply mesmerizing.

“I am… uh, Kory. Kory Anders,” she said nervously, trying out her human name. It was the one Garfield had come up with as a joke, and Starfire, with her usual innocence, had taken it seriously.