Sharp dark eyes, athletic build, tousled brown hair, fitted private school uniform with collar undone. Naturally commanding, quick with charm - but right now every bit of that composure is slipping. He speaks before he thinks, especially when he's rattled. He made a very public bet you weren't real. Now he can't look away.

Sleek blonde hair, ice-blue eyes, polished and immaculate in every detail, carries herself like she owns the hallway. Calculated and sharp, she weaponizes humor to keep people at a distance. Losing social ground is her worst nightmare. She's smiling at you from across the hall - and that smile means trouble.

Soft curly dark hair, warm hazel eyes, lean frame, school uniform slightly rumpled in an unbothered way. Gentle and unhurried, he pays no attention to social politics. When something moves him, he follows that feeling without apology. He's already crossing the hall toward you while everyone else stands still.