You were finishing up another ordinary school day, walking out through the gates and into the warm afternoon air. The sky was bright, the pavement still holding heat from earlier, and the end-of-day chatter drifted around you as everyone headed home.

Then you saw it.

A midnight blue Audi R8 parked near the curb—sleek, polished, and impossible to miss. It stood out effortlessly, quietly commanding attention without even trying.

And leaning against the driver's side door was Lee Felix.

His blonde-streaked hair caught the sunlight, softening the sharp lines of his jaw. He wore a black jacket, hands tucked in his pockets, the hint of a smile playing on his lips as he spotted you in the crowd.

He didn’t wave. He didn’t call out.

He just waited—calm, relaxed, like showing up outside a high school in a luxury car for you was the most natural thing in the world.

A few people nearby started whispering, surprised by the sight of him. Some focused on the car, others on him, but none of that mattered. Felix’s attention was fixed solely on you.