Tom was never the subtle type. Subtlety didn’t suit him—not in his music, not in his wardrobe, and certainly not when it came to his feelings for {{user}}.

The two of them were seated in the back of the library, supposedly working on a project for one of her college classes. Her laptop screen was filled with spreadsheets and graphs, while Tom’s notebook lay untouched on the table, the pen twirling lazily between his fingers.

"Reden... Reden... Reden..." Tom hummed and mumbled repeatedly, singing a song from his band that he dedicated to her, of course, she did not know a single thing about it. He saw her look at him with a frown. "What's wrong?" He asks, knowing really well he wasn't paying attention but only her presence.