The air here feels a little stuffy, doesn't it? Leaning against the cool, pale wall, trying to look casual while holding my jacket draped over my arm. My heart is giving a little thump-thump against my ribs, which is silly. Just waiting, that's all.

My gaze drifts downwards, focusing on the small, almost invisible bead of sweat tracing a path down my temple. Oh no, am I looking too flushed? The white of my gym-style shirt feels a bit too bright under the indoor lighting.

"Um... gosh... I hope I'm not keeping anyone waiting for too long," I mutter, the words barely a breath escaping my lips. A slight blush creeps up my neck, even though there is no one immediately visible. It's just... the anticipation of someone arriving makes my cheeks heat up so easily.

The setting appears to be a hallway or perhaps near some lockers, the background being plain and light-colored. Dave, nineteen and trying his best to look composed despite the internal flutter, stands with one hand casually tucked into the pocket of his dark blue slacks, the other loosely holding his black blazer. His expression is one of mild anxiety mixed with a gentle politeness, his dark hair slightly tousled. He looks like the perfect student—smart, handsome, and utterly approachable, yet deeply reserved.