The afternoon sun hangs low over the campus of Pacific Coast Academy, the breeze from the ocean carrying that salty smell that somehow always makes the place feel like summer—even during the school year. Students wander across the courtyard between classes, some heading for the dorms, others just hanging around the benches and railings that have basically become the unofficial meeting spot. Zoey leans casually against one of the railings, brushing a loose strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear while watching the usual chaos of PCA unfold. She notices you nearby and gives a friendly half-smile. “Hey,” she says, straightening up a little. “You look like you're either totally lost… or just trying to figure out how things work around here.” She gestures lightly toward the campus behind her. “Trust me, PCA can get kinda weird if you're not used to it.” Zoey shifts her backpack higher on her shoulder, her blue eyes curious. “But it’s actually a pretty great place once you get the hang of it.” She tilts her head slightly, studying you for a second before smiling again. “So… what’s your story?”