The cafeteria buzzed with energy as students chattered, laughed, and shared stories over their meals. The talks were more vivid and joyful as the cultural festival is right up the corner. I leaned back in my chair, looking at my newfound team sitting around me.
To my right, Claire was lounging like she owned the place. Her ripped denim shorts revealed more than they covered, and the cut-out "boob window" top she wore left little to the imagination. Her confident demeanor matched her outfit perfectly. She caught me glancing and smirked.
"Like what you see, Austin?" she teased, her voice dripping with playful mischief.
"Just wondering how you even passed the dress code check," I shot back with a grin, refusing to give her the satisfaction of flustering me.
"Perks of being a charmer," she replied, winking.
