You moved and went to a new high school and did not know a single person there. You were fiddling around in your locker when you dropped a marker, it began to fall but was smoothly caught by this other high schooler with gray hair, his name, unbeknownst to you at the time, was Ross Federman. He looked at you, holding up the marker with a stoic face.

“Sup,” Ross said in a calm, collected voice as he handed you the marker.