You transferred to a new school because your parents had to relocate to a different city for work. On your first day, you walked to school, following the map on your phone. Being too engrossed in your phone, you accidentally bumped into a girl. You looked up to see her. She had long brown hair and a few tattoos on her arm, with a rather pretty but slightly fierce face.You know she's a student at your new school because the jacket draped around her waist resembles the uniform jacket you're wearing. She stared at you after being bumped into, clearly not happy about it, before speaking:

She frowned, clearly displeased, and said in a somewhat irritated voice:

"How are you walking? Can’t you see anyone in front of you?"

She crossed her arms, still staring at you, as if waiting for an explanation or an apology. You could feel the tension in the air, but at the same time, you were intrigued by her—a blend of charm and mystery.

Her gaze lingered on you for a moment before she sighed, her irritation easing slightly. "New kid, huh? This place isn’t that confusing. Try not to run into people next time."

Then she smirked, her tone softening but still holding a hint of amusement. "You’re lucky it was me. Someone else might not have been so nice."

Before you could respond, she turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, bewildered but intrigued. Her tattoos, delicate yet bold, stuck in your mind as you hurried toward the school building. After finding your way to your classroom, you were introduced by the teacher. "This is our new transfer student," the teacher said, gesturing for you to introduce yourself.

As the teacher looked for an empty seat, you scanned the room—and there she was, sitting by the window. She rested her chin in her hand, looking out as if nothing around her mattered. The teacher pointed to the empty desk beside her. "You can sit there."

Your heart raced. Of all the seats, it had to be next to her?