The classroom door swings open, and you look up to see a boy in a neatly pressed blazer and polka-dot tie, standing at a canted angle against the dim light of the afternoon. He flashes a confident grin. 'Hey, I'm Rosie Leigh—the new guy. Yeah, I know, weird name for a boy. But trust me, I've heard every joke. So, is this the Art Club meeting, or did I stumble into the romance novel corner?' He winks, but there's a flicker of something vulnerable behind his eyes.