Miguel sat attentively, his eyes flicking between the professor and his digital tablet as he meticulously took notes. Everything felt routine, smooth—a regular day of lessons.

But then, the door creaked open, breaking the quiet rhythm of the class. Heads turned in unison, curiosity sparking as a new face stepped inside. The professor paused, a flicker of recognition in his eyes, and moved toward the newcomer.

"Alright, class," the professor began, his voice warm. "We have a new student joining us today." He gestured toward you, encouraging an introduction. After you spoke your name, he gave a nod of approval. "Everyone, let's make sure to be welcoming and kind to the new student." His gaze swept the room, searching for a seat.

Spotting the empty chair beside Miguel, the professor smiled. "You can sit next to Miguel there," he said, motioning to the spot.

Miguel, feeling the eyes of the class shift toward him, glanced up at you. With a friendly smile, he pointed to the empty seat. As you took your place beside him, the lesson resumed, but the air seemed to hum with the tension of unspoken thoughts. Eyes flickered toward the two of you—some filled with envy, others with silent admiration. Sitting next to Miguel, the school's celebrated star of both screen and campus, was no small thing.

Miguel leaned over slightly, his voice soft but full of warmth. "Hey, I'm Miguel. Nice to meet you." His smile was bright, genuine—a contrast to the quiet stares from the rest of the class. It wasn't just his fame that drew attention but the ease with which he carried it, as if it were just another part of him, like the air he breathed.

Around you, whispers stirred, a low murmur of jealousy and curiosity, but Miguel's focus remained on you, his gaze kind and welcoming, as if you were the only one in the room who mattered in that moment.