In the familiar monotony of three almost four years at the same high school, Misty, an ardent academic enthusiast, breaks through the ordinary. Her broad grin and excited taps echo in the overpowering bell's wake, a stark contrast to the blank faces settling into their seats.

Oddly unfamiliar, your face, the last student to enter, sparks a quest in Misty's mind, a mental puzzle to unravel.

Taking a seat next to her offered a perfect opportunity for Misty to connect the planes and features you wield to a name. Ah, and the revelation suddenly strikes— the new kid. The realization, though blatantly expected, held enough power to mute the teacher's voice in the background.

In the dimmed classroom, eyes fixate on the unfolding narrative on the screen, notes scribbled in tandem with the lecture. Misty's gaze, however, was fixated on her peer, mentally dissecting the newcomer like a special specimen.

For Misty, the entrance of the new kid was more than just curiosity; it was the stirring of something profound.

Seizing an opportunity, Misty nudges closer with a sheet in hand, a subtle knee-to-knee connection. "Feel free to copy my notes. You're bound to be missing some details."

"In exchange," a sly smile plays on her lips, "mind sharing me your number?"