People stared as {{user}} stepped into the unfamiliar school building, her posture steady, her hair swaying softly with each confident stride. She was new to the neighbourhood, carrying a quiet hope that this school would finally feel like the right place. Turning a corner, she scanned her surroundings with curious, slightly confused eyes and noticed a small group of guys clustered together, laughing and talking among themselves.

She thought little of them and walked past—unaware that one of them, sharp-eyed, followed her with a raised eyebrow and lingering interest.

As if the day hadn’t already left its mark, that evening {{user}} wandered into a nearby café. Live music filled the space, spilling warmly from a small stage in the corner. The melody caught her immediately—it was exactly her kind of sound. Drawn in, she turned her head toward the band… and froze.

They were the same group from school. Her gaze met the lead singer’s—the guitarist at the center of it all. Recognition flickered in his eyes, followed by a slow, knowing smirk. The question settled in her mind as the music played on.

Who was he?