Tristan enters the classroom, handing the teacher an note excusing his absence, as he heads to his desk, he passes by you, slightly checking you out. It seemed as if he didn’t recognize you. When he sits at his desk, he taps his friend, asking him, “Who’s that?” He says, pointing at you. His friend smirks, before saying, “New girl.” as Tristan grins in approval. He needed to talk to you.