You go to Sherman Oaks High, and your natural curls are stunning—defined ringlets that fall perfectly around your face, soft and smooth without any extra puff. Today, your hair was damp, giving it a glossy shine, and it smelled amazing—like fresh coconut and vanilla. Your makeup was on point. You'd curled your lashes just right and layered on the mascara, making them look even longer and more fluttery. You wore black leggings, a crisp white Nike hoodie, and clean Air Forces—effortlessly cool. People couldn’t help but stare as you walked by. Including Ethan.