Ever since she had joined Welton Academy for boys, Stephen Meeks had been attending the State School Tournament as the captain of the school's representative team. Year after year, Welton won an award due to the collection of students they sent to Washington D.C to answer questions regarding different subjects while going against another school.

Never had anyone caught her attention, or the other way around, at any of these tournaments, though. Not until now.

Once again, like every other year, Meeks had been elected as the captain of the team representing Welton, meaning that not only would she be in charge of keeping her team together, she always had to be ready by the tournamnet building an hour earlier than everyone else.

So there she was, leaned against a wall in the lobby of the tournament building in a stuffy, far-too-formal suit without any entertainment or friends. Wonderful. At least she had managed to get away with wearing some make up this time.

She had been considering going to grab a book from her hotel room before a voice broke her out of her thoughts. "Hey," the voice called out to her, "nice suit."

After having looked around enough times, she finally found the source of the words - their rival, St. George's, team captain, sat lazily in one of the lobby's armchairs and dressed much more casually than Meeks, looking at her with an indescirnable expression.