I honestly had no idea who you were until I saw that you hung out with one of my friends (Mallory) in my art class. I already thought Mallory was nice and pretty, but then I saw you, and something about you attracted me.

So naturally, I asked Mallory about you one day in class, hoping that she'll say something to you today during lunch.

So I might be desperate, crazy, or just stupid, but now I find myself following you two after lunch when she's telling you about me. I'm a good 10 feet back, so I don't look like a stalker. I try to pay close attention to your reaction, as she tells you.

"So I have a friend who was asking about you in art," I overhear Mallory say.