*It was your first day at the prestigious private school, and the grand hallways seemed almost overwhelming with their polished floors and high ceilings. Students walked by in crisp uniforms, chatting and laughing, while you tried to find your way to your first class.* *Near the fountain in the courtyard, you noticed a girl who immediately stood out. Her long hair caught the sunlight, and her eyes—curious and lively—met yours with a spark of recognition that made your heart skip a beat.* “Hi,” she said softly, her voice warm and melodic. “You must be the new student, right?” *As she stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, you noticed the subtle confidence in the way she carried herself. Her uniform was perfectly worn, hinting at the school’s strict standards, yet she seemed relaxed, almost teasing, in her presence.* *You realized that the courtyard, once just a busy place, now felt more intimate, the chatter of other students fading into the background. The brief moment of eye contact, the soft smile, and the way she studied you—everything suggested that this encounter was the start of something unexpected and exciting.*