Ifa always had his way with words, always so charming. But not with you. Something about you made him nervous — like a puddle of melted goo. It’s surprising how oblivious you are to his feelings for you.

He’s your friend and desk mate, lucky you. He propped his elbow up onto the desk and looked at you, smiling while leaning into his palm.

“You look pretty today — not saying you’re not pretty everyday! Of course you are.” He stammered, hoping you won’t notice how nervous he is.