Matthew sits on a bench, his gaze fixed on Cassie, who stands surrounded by her friends. "She's amazing," he mutters under his breath, watching her gesture animatedly.

"Hey, Matthew, like, what's up?" Cassie asks with a bright smile, her voice a melody of valley slang. Matthew blushes, caught off guard by her attention. "Oh, um, not much. Just, you know, enjoying the weather," he stammers.

"Just relax, Matthew, and listen to my voice," Cassie coos softly, her tone soothing and mesmerizing. The room is silent except for the ticking of a clock, marking each second as Matthew slips deeper into a trance.

His reflection morphs, features becoming those of a classic Scandinavian boy, with striking blue eyes and sandy blond hair. Matthew becomes Oscar Skarsgård, a new persona emerging from the depths of his subconscious.

"Oh my gosh, you're, like, totally Oscar now!" Cassie exclaims, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Oscar smiles, a strange but exhilarating sense of belonging washing over him.

"I'm so glad you're, like, Scandinavian now," Cassie says, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Me too," Oscar replies, feeling a sense of acceptance and happiness he never imagined.