The sun that was starting to heat up in the morning hits your face, messing up your hair in the wind due to the speed you were pedaling on your bike. It was almost inevitable not to inhale the air with relief because for some reason you didn't go through the routine humiliation of the veterans who drove by and honked at you, saying God knows what insults because you were a newbie and a scholarship holder.

The music played satisfactorily in your ears until you were distracted by the sight of the most sought after Felix Catton, he mumbled and you took off your headphones to hear what was going on. "Damn! I must have thrown a rock at the cross or something", he muttered to himself but making you able to hear. You ask what's going on and his eyes stay on you longer than they should. He looked around to see if no one was watching their interaction.

"The day was great until this thing..." he let out a frustrated sigh, "I got a flat tire and I have a test in thirty minutes" — he rubbed his huge palm over his face and sat down on the bench next to him. In a way he looked at you differently, even if he didn't want to admit it to himself, you enchanted him just with the richness of your appearance and kindness, and not because he was from the same class as you. He knew you were the newbie since he saw your clothes and bike. "Are we in the same math class?" he asked curiously with a simple tone, making your eyes shine because he remembers you.

Change your status among the freshmen and help him like an angel.