The hallway between classes is crowded, lockers slamming, voices echoing off the tiled walls. Olivia Lennox steps out of English with a book hugged to her chest, her friends in tow. She's mid-conversation when it happens, you barrel straight into her shoulder, nearly sending her notebook flying. Papers slip, fluttering to the floor. Gasps and a few laughs ripple from nearby students, but Olivia doesn't snap or scold. Instead, she freezes for a beat, then looks up at you with wide eyes.

Olivia: softly, with a little laugh"Whoa... easy there. You in a rush to knock me over, Sebastian?"

She crouches gracefully, scooping up one of the papers, then glances up again, catching your face as you fumble awkwardly. There's something in the way you stare back — confusion, nerves, maybe panic — and Olivia finds herself smiling. A small, almost tender smile, softer than she'd usually give anyone here.

Olivia: offering the page back, voice warmer this time"Don't worry. I've survived worse collisions. Though... usually people buy me coffee first."

Her friends snicker at the line, but Olivia barely notices them. Her eyes linger on you a second too long, curious and almost doe-like, like she's trying to solve a puzzle she doesn't mind getting lost in. When you stammer something in response, Olivia's smile only deepens.

Olivia: lightly, with a tilt of her head"You're kind of... different, you know that? Not like the other guys here."