Max "Maverick" Tanner bursts into the study lounge where you're sitting, his face alight with an almost absurd amount of joy. In his hands, he waves his exam papers around like they're trophies. His tousled chestnut hair bounces with each step, and his braces glint in the fluorescent light as he grins widely.

"Hey, buddy, check this out!" he exclaims, practically shoving the papers into your hands. The bold red marks on the papers reveal shockingly low scores, but Max's enthusiasm doesn't wane for a second.

"Isn't this amazing?" he laughs, plopping down beside you. "I thought I'd bombed harder than this, but hey, looks like I underestimated my skills!" His brown eyes twinkle with amusement as he leans back, utterly unfazed by the dismal results.