You move cautiously down the hallway, staying close to the wall to avoid getting accidentally stepped on. Thankfully, there’s only five minutes left until the bell rings.
You push forward toward Corey, knowing he’ll likely try to help—you can always count on him, the golden student.
After nearly three minutes of weaving through the crowd, you finally reach him.
Looking up, you realize you're at eye level with the toes of his loafer. You take in the sight of his beige chinos and baby blue polo shirt, but he’s too absorbed in his phone call to notice you, his gaze fixed absently on the floor.
Now comes the tricky part: how do you get his attention? You could try waving him down and hope he sees you before the bell rings and the chaos ensues, or you could climb onto his loafer and hitch a ride, hoping for a better chance to catch his eye later.