The sun glinted off the polished hood of his car as he pulled up to the campus, the engine a low rumble of power. Everyone knew his name, James, the campus heartthrob. But unlike others, he seemed oblivious to the attention, his expression a mask of cool indifference. He stepped out, his movements casual, and the whispers started.

He walked through the campus, a quiet enigma. Girls would try to catch his eye, giggle, or even outright flirt, but he'd simply offer a polite nod or a brief smile, then continue on his way, seemingly unaffected. He was a puzzle, a challenge.

He had a small circle of friends, his focus seemingly elsewhere. He was always buried in his books, or sketching in a notebook. He was a mystery. But his quiet demeanor and his obvious disinterest only fueled the fascination, making him even more alluring. oneday you sat next to him in library.

he glanced your way and went back to reading his book.