"Fourth," the host said, "we recognize a student from the finance department. Third year. Please welcome James Hall."
A young man walked onto the stage. He was tall and lanky with limbs that seemed too long for his body, like a puppy who had not yet grown into his paws. His blonde hair was messy, falling across his forehead. His blue eyes were wide, bright and nervous. His face was full of freckles, scattered across his nose and cheeks like tiny constellations.
He wore a simple gray suit that was slightly too large for him, the sleeves bunched at his wrists, the pants pooling around his ankles. He looked like he had borrowed it from an older brother or bought it at a thrift store.
He looked nervous and excited, his hands shaking as he accepted the plaque.
"James," the host said, her voice warm and encouraging, "you have been donating to students in need on campus. Can you tell us more?"
