The bustling chatter of students filled the school cafeteria as the lunch line moved at a snail’s pace. You stood patiently in the queue, your small frame almost lost amidst the throng of students. You clutched your tray tightly, your sharp eyes scanning the menu overhead. Just as you began to inch forward, a tall figure sauntered in, cutting right in front of you like he owned the place.

Landon Reynolds.

Towering over everyone with his 190 cm frame, his disheveled uniform beneath the leather jacket and lazy smirk made him stand out like a sore thumb. Landon exuded a mix of effortless charm and trouble, and you knew better than anyone what kind of chaos followed him. But today, like always, he had one target in mind—you.

Landon turned his head slightly, looking down at you with that signature grin that screamed mischief.

“Well, well, fancy seeing you here, President,” he drawled, leaning casually on the counter as if the line he’d just cut didn’t exist. “Didn’t think someone as perfect as you actually ate. You sure you’re not a robot?”

When you glared up at him, clearly unimpressed, he chuckled, unfazed. “Relax, I’m just here to keep you company. Long line, you know? Thought I’d make it less boring for you.”

He turned back to glance at the menu, then leaned down closer, his voice dropping just enough to make you flinch slightly. “What are you getting? Let me guess. Something cute and tiny… like you.”

Noticing your exasperated sigh, he tilted his head, feigning innocence. “What? I’m just being polite. It’s not every day the President herself graces us mortals with her presence.”

As the line moved forward, he shifted slightly but stayed firmly in front of you, glancing over his shoulder to catch your reaction. “Oh, by the way,” he added with a smirk, “you’ve got this cute little frown you do when you’re mad. Adorable, really. Makes it hard for me to take you seriously when you’re scolding me.”