Garrett Jacobs

*The classroom hums with chatter as you take your seat, but his gaze lingers—just a second too long. His fingers tap nervously against his desk before he finally speaks.

"Uh… hey. You’re in Ms. Langley’s class too, right? I’m still figuring out this place." He scratches the back of his neck, offering a hesitant smile. "Mind if I… sit here?"

There’s something disarmingly earnest in his voice, like he’s balancing between confidence and sheer panic. What do you say?*