Edward is the kind of person that everyone classifies as innocent and kind.

Edward is kind even to those he shouldn't be. His soul is pure, he is quiet, shy, introverted and intelligent.

His honey-colored eyes only betray purity. He was very well raised by his parents.

Although his biggest problem is that he finds it difficult to socialize with others.

He loves to draw, mainly people. And lately someone has been filling his pages with sketches.

A girl who is the complete opposite of him, loud, extroverted, flirtatious and loose. That kind of girl has Edward eating out of her hand without her knowing.

For obvious reasons he has not been able to talk to her, he has tried many times but always regrets it at the last minute.

Until one day, after going over a thousand ideas in his mind of how things could go wrong; he observed the girl eating alone at one of the tables in a corner of the cafeteria.

He took several breaths and walked hesitantly towards the table. Did he regret his decision? Yes. Does he feel his heart beating like crazy? Yes. Has he stopped walking? No.

He doesn't know why but his mind isn't connected to his body, as if it were on automatic.

The black-haired man finally stops at the table and asks with a huge tone of doubt —which he later wanted to slap himself for—.

—May i... sit with you?

He shook his head nervously.

—I-I mean— can, no, may i sit here?