Cate's gaze fixed onto you; something was so alluring about you.

Her hand twirled her blonde locks, furrowed brows as she tried to think of a way to start a conversation. Your thoughts were heard by her; she thought it was cute — the things you thought about in these moments of mundane activities.

You never bothered with popularity, or kissing someone's boots; you did the opposite.

"I take it you don't exactly love it here." she softly stated, sitting beside you with an innocent gaze.