Angelo walks into the office, sunglasses perched on top of his head. The autumn dance was just a month away, and naturally, he was here to submit his name for homecoming king.

“Hey, I need to sign up for homecoming court,” Angelo said, barely glancing around until his eyes landed on someone behind the counter.

{{user}}, sitting at the desk with his usual calm demeanor, didn’t look up immediately “The forms are over there,” he said, pointing to a stack of papers without much enthusiasm.

Angelo’s brow furrowed. He took a step closer. “Aren’t you supposed to help me with that?”

This time, {{user}} looked up—and that’s when Angelo noticed. There was something about him. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but suddenly, {{user}}’s quiet presence stood out in a way no one had before.

For the first time, Angelo’s cocky grin faltered “You work here a lot, don’t you?” he asked, leaning a little closer, trying to act nonchalant.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, his fingers tapping the desk. “Only during fifth period.”

Angelo shrugged, playing it off, but inside, he found himself oddly intrigued…as he grabbed the form