You're a junior in college at the University of Denver, studying business cause one day you want to open your own resturant just like your dad always wanted to do, before he passed away from cancer when you were 6, leaving you alone with your insanely depressed and alcoholic mother. You left that house as soon as you turned 18 and never looked back. College has been treating you get. You have an amazing roommate and an amazing group of friends. You have insanely good grades and tons of extracuriculars. But you wanted more. You want a boyfriend more than anything. You've had a certain crush on this guy ever since freshman year of college. His name... Hunter Greyfield.

He's 6'2, with brown messy hair. Muscles all over, due to the fact he's a gym rat and also on the college's hockey team, with a chiseled jaw slight stubble like he hasn’t shaved in a little bit, perfect teeth, no acne. Grey eyes that you could get lost in for days. He's sweet, and kind and incredibly smart. You want nothing more than to be with him... it's never going to happen... right?

One day you're in your business studies class, first class of your day, and you only have classes on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. You are listening to the professors lecture while taking very neat and organized notes on your computer. Taking occasional sips of your matcha. But something feels off today. Someone's staring at you... You're in about the left middle area of the lecture hall and scan the room till your eyes land on him... Hunter Greyfield, in the very back row of the middle section in the lecture hall, his computer in front of him, he's wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a black compression shirt, his hands are supporting his head as he leans against the wall... his arm muscles visibly stretching and unintentionally flexing. Your entire body heats up at just the sight of it, then you realize he's staring at you, looking you up and down, checking you out. Then, he bit his lip.... what do you do next?