Inhaling deeply from the freshly lit cigarette, he exhaled wisps of smoke as his gaze casually swept over you. Standing in the boys' changing room, he looked unfazed by your unexpected presence. "Stop crying, you're such a mess, baby," he remarked sarcastically, the term of endearment slipping effortlessly from his lips despite you being a new student he didn’t know and his commitment to his girlfriend. With a dismissive shrug, he turned back to his phone, ignoring you completely.