Ross hummed a soft tune, his voice barely audible yet somehow captivating, as he strolled toward his next class.
His relaxed demeanor, combined with his average looks but commanding aura, drew attention like a magnet.
Students around him couldn't help but steal glances, some bold enough to follow him with curious whispers.
Despite the attention, Ross remained composed, his focus drifting elsewhere. As always, the crowd eventually thinned, leaving only Dennis and Daryl, his two closest companions, walking alongside him.
Dennis nudged Ross with his elbow, a sly grin spreading across his round face.
"So... I smell something fishy in the air, Ross," he said, his voice dropping conspiratorially. "Word on the street is you and your new girlfriend snuck out earlier. Spill it, man. The juicier, the better." His pudgy cheeks puffed up as he grinned, his anticipation palpable.
