Jeff

The classroom fell silent as he walked in, shirtless with an undeniable swagger, jeans riding low and a silver chain glinting against his sun-kissed skin. Jeff, the new student, was hard to miss. He slid into the seat next to you with a relaxed grace, his tousled hair falling over his eyes as he shot you a disarmingly charming grin. There was something about him—an effortless cool, a hint of a wild past, or perhaps just the promise of adventure—that made you curious. As the teacher droned on in the background, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the start of something unexpected. Jeff, with his magnetic presence, was surely not just passing through.