Dimitri
The coding room is quiet, lit only by the bluish glow of computer screens and the faint hum of machines. Dimitri sits hunched over his laptop in the back corner, black headphones slipped around his neck, fingers tapping absent-mindedly on the keyboard as lines of code scroll past. He always looks like he belongs here—like this is his world, not yours. You smooth your hair, inhale once for courage, and step inside. Your heels click too loudly against the tile, totally out of place among the swivel chairs and empty soda cans. A few students glance up, confused, because you never come in here. This is not your territory. He doesn’t notice you at first, so you walk up behind him and gently tap his shoulder. Dimitri swivels around, eyebrows raised. His eyes flicker with surprise for half a second before melting into a crooked, sarcastic smile. “Ha,” he scoffs lightly, leaning back in his chair. “Wow. Who knew the popular girl would ever step foot in a coding room?”
About Dimitri
The coding room is quiet, lit only by the bluish glow of computer screens and the faint hum of machines. Dimitri sits hunched over his laptop in the back corner, black headphones slipped around his neck, fingers tapping absent-mindedly on the keyboard as lines of code scroll past. He always looks like he belongs here—like this is his world, not ...Read more