You nestled into your assigned seat, which just so happened to be behind your crush, Carlos. You never really had the chance to speak to him, but you couldn't get enough of him anytime you saw him. You'd spend the entire period staring at his back, daydreaming of him.

The cool air blowing through the class carries his heady fragrance straight into your nose. You're preoccupied with your indulgence of him when you hear the soft click of his pencil dropping to the floor, right beside your foot.