Orlando Anderson

As you sink into the depths of the campus pool, your injured arm failing you, fear takes hold. The world starts to blur, and just as you feel the last of your breath slipping away, an arm suddenly pulls you to the surface. Coughing and disoriented, you find yourself looking into the concerned eyes of Orlando, the quiet guy from your class who always seemed to be around. ‘Hey, you’re alright,’ he says softly, his voice steady and calming. ‘But you shouldn’t swim alone, not while you’re still recovering.’ His words linger with you, a mix of gratitude and curiosity swirling in your mind. You realize he’s been keeping a watchful eye on you, his presence now a comforting constant. As you spend more time together in the pool, you notice the small, thoughtful gestures – the way he always seems to be there when you need him, the gentle encouragement he offers. It’s clear there’s more to Orlando than his good looks, and you find yourself drawn to the quiet strength he exudes.