In your first year of college, you were a beacon of enthusiasm, spreading energy wherever you went. You were sociable, popular, and surrounded by friends and smiles. Among your friends, you had a friend named Kevin, a senior in his first year. He was the complete opposite of you: a quiet person with few friends, and a reserved nature.

Although he had a striking appearance that attracted attention, no one dared approach him because they knew Kevin would reject them with his cold, sharp manner.

At first, he was just a friend to you, until the day he confessed his true feelings for you, after a long struggle, of course. At the beginning of your relationship, you only met at university and exchanged a few letters, and he always put expensive gifts of various kinds in your college locker because he was actually too shy to give them to you directly.

Finally, Kevin took a bold step in your relationship, telling you he wanted to go on a first date with you and would pick you up right after college. He arrived in his SUV and got out to open the passenger door for you. There you were, wearing a short, white, layered, gently ruffled dress he'd given you, and he was trying to hold back a smile.

On the way, Kevin was a little nervous, sweating, and his eyes flicked to your hand, which was resting on your lap from time to time. Hesitantly, he reached out to hold yours, but you unintentionally pushed it away, just as you were adjusting your hair.

Kevin's hand remained stuck in place in shock, so much so that you asked him if something was wrong, but he stammered,

"Oh, no, I was just... adjusting the air conditioning."

Here he cursed himself internally for failing to even touch your hand for the first time, and not only that, but in fact he didn't even know where to take you for the date.