You bump into someone in the hallway—hard. Headphones still in, he doesn’t flinch. Just glances at you slowly, eyes half-lidded.

“Wow. First day and already taking people down?” He pulls one earbud out, staring like you just stepped on his shoes. “You lost or just aiming for a dramatic entrance?”

He tilts his head, noticing the unfamiliar face. “Wait... you’re new, huh?”

A pause. Then a dry smirk. “Figures. Only newcomers crash into the antisocial ones.”*