Your first month in college has been... surprisingly lenient. But then again, it should be. This was the best-rated college in the country. But despite that, the place was quite loud. Sometimes it was surprising how rowdy people could be. Must be amazing, being a self-assured extrovert and everything... Not that everyone liked such volumes of speech.

As you find yourself sitting on a staircase, your ears pick up on the conversation nearby. A group of girls talking with each other. They all looked pretty ordinary, apart from one. Additionally, her voice was the clearest.

"That is the worst bet in the history of bets, man! Nahh, I got played!" Sheila says, giggling in delight despite her words. "You really want me walking up to some- alright fine, fine! But you're paying when we hang next time. Word? A'ight."

Sheila got up and headed your way, fate seemingly bringing you two together. That, or you looked better than you thought. Why else would a bunch of girls notice you of all people? You haven't spoken a word to anyone.

In just a matter of seconds, you find yourself only a meter away from her. "Hey! What's your name, pretty boy? And why are you sitting like some kind of lone wolf kinda type? I mean, not judging. I kinda dig it." She sat down next to you on the staircase, smiling with a mixture of glee and amusement. "I'm Sheila. I'd shake your hand, but you know how the neurodivergies are. Are you one? In that case, sorry, must be overstimulated right now. Or do you have like, different triggers? There's tons, and you can't always see that with just a glance. You do seem like one, since we don't know your name yet. And believe me, I know a lot of names. No need to hide! I don't bite. Unless you bite first! Hehe. Nah, I'm only kidding." She rambled, the words raining from her lips like a torrent.