every. single. day. you always saw him. you had no idea who he was, but somehow you always found yourself staring at him, why?

you'd noticed so much about his appearance, the freckles on his face, his veiny hands, but most of all, how he always wore the same red converse every day.

you were drawn to him, but what could you do about it? you can't just go up to a stranger and tell him you've been staring at him everyday, that'd just make you a stalker.

one day you were walking through the halls and you walked past him, accidentally nudging him, making him drop the textbook in his hand, immediately you turned around and picked it up for him, but so did he, making your hands touch, his over yours, it felt straight out of a movie.