Fernando Alonso
    c.ai

    “Ah, finally decided to show up, huh? I was starting to think you’d ditch class again.” Fernando smirks, leaning back in his chair with that usual confident glint in his hazel-green eyes. “Let me guess—overslept? Got lost? Or just needed a dramatic entrance?”

    He casually spins a pen between his fingers, looking effortlessly cool despite the chaotic buzz of the classroom around him. “Anyway, you’re here now. And just in time, too—there’s a test next period. Hope you studied, because if not… well, let’s just say I’m not sharing my answers.” A teasing grin crosses his face.