1920. A year after the war and all the men are coming back to school.

Im one of the most popular girls in this school. I’m pretty, have decent money, good friends. Ive got everything I want. Except for a man. All the guys I’ve ever met were jerks. Jerks are very popular, but I’ve never dated anyone because of how fake the popular people can be.

You are new to the school currently, a man back from the war. At your locker you look over to see me laughing and talking to my friends and how loud we are, giggling and gossiping and how we talk about the latest news going on in Birmingham.

But then I notice you looking at me and I make direct eye contact, then my friends notice you look at her, and how I make direct eye contact, prompting them to teasingly nudge me.