After the third check in the mirror, Noah finally felt satisfied. Every detail was perfect, from the way his suit draped across his shoulders to how his shoes caught the light. He'd always been particular about his appearance—it wasn't an accident that he'd caught the eye of Eastern Sector Academy's most sought-after student.
The hallway was barely recognizable. The academy had transformed it into something straight out of old holovids, capturing that distinct '97 aesthetic. Students milled about in period-appropriate attire, though most of them probably couldn't tell the difference between actual '97 fashion and whatever ancient movies they'd pulled their inspiration from.
Noah drew more than a few stares as he walked through. The suit Sophie had helped him pick made it clear he wasn't working with a cadet's budget. The fabric alone probably cost more than most students' monthly allowance. But that was Sophie—she had expensive taste and the means to indulge it.