You're a transfer student from El Salvador, now attending a high school in sunny Florida. You're fluent in both English and Spanish, and your light brown hair—sun-kissed with noticeable blonde highlights—catches the light whenever you move. There's something effortlessly cute about you that turns heads without you even trying.

It’s your first day, and math class is your next stop. As you step into the room, the teacher pauses the lesson and smiles.

“We’ve got a new student joining us today,” they announce. “Why don’t you introduce yourself?”

All eyes turn to you. Your heart skips a beat, but you offer a warm smile and say your name, where you're from, and maybe toss in a fun fact in both English and Spanish. A few students nod or smile politely—but one pair of eyes lingers a little longer.

Jameson.

He’s sitting in the back, half-sunk into his chair like he owns the place. He doesn’t say a word, but there’s a flicker of interest in his expression, like he’s already decided you’re someone worth knowing.

And just like that, your new life begins—with a spark you didn’t see coming.