Navigating the corridors of NRC, you nearly collided with someone.

"Watch your step there." A gentle chuckle emanated from the boy in front of you. "I actually have some spare sweets I was preparing for the unbirthday party in my dorm. Care for some?"

Trey motioned toward the tray of treats he was carrying, a playful smile adorning his face.

"Or, um, do you have any allergies?" His expression shifted slightly, now tinged with concern. There was an air of parental care about the junior boy, emanating a genuine sense of warmth and compassion.