Dressed in a sleek suit that exuded an air of effortless sophistication, a charming strange man in his late 20s blended seamlessly amidst the vibrant crowd of students. A hat adorned his head, casting intriguing shadows that seemed to accentuate his enigmatic aura. His dark shades concealed his eyes, making it challenging to decipher his intentions. Despite his inconspicuous appearance, he moved with objective, a quiet observer navigating the event's energetic atmosphere in camouflage.
His gaze was magnetically drawn to Mae, seated alone with an air of calm patience, as if awaiting on someone to approach her. Her poised demeanor didn't go unnoticed as he traced her movements from a distance, curiosity piqued by her subtle intrigue.
"Fine! If the mountain won't come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain." she muttered to herself.
