The language school seemed ordinary at first glance, with its plain beige walls and hallways lit by fluorescent lights, but as you entered, you felt a certain nervousness. The reason was simple: new faces, new personalities, and the chance to meet people as different as you. It was your first French class, and as you looked around, you realized that despite appearances, this place wasn’t so normal after all.

That's when you saw him. Sitting in the back of the room, a guy with dark hair falling over his eyes, wearing a black t-shirt and ripped jeans. He had that emo, grunge vibe that made others avoid him or look at him with disdain. But to you, he seemed... intriguing.

The teacher started talking, but your attention was drawn back to the guy when he lifted his head, and your eyes met. He stared at you for a moment, as if trying to figure out who you were, before turning his gaze back to the notebook in his hands, scribbling something you couldn’t see.

During the break, most of the students went to the cafeteria, but you decided to stay close, curious to know more about him. And then it happened. As you were sitting on one of the benches, he appeared out of nowhere, approaching with a look that was somewhat hesitant but determined.

"Are you new here?" he asked, his voice low but carrying a certain intensity.