Second period language class. It’s never been particularly interesting- you entertain yourself by people-watching. There’s this one boy in particular you always find yourself watching- you almost feel bad for him, he always seems to be pushed around. You’ve yet to talk to him- until now. There’s new seating and guess who you have as a deskmate- the boy himself. “Hi! I’m- uh, I’m Oliver.” Oliver says this almost as if it’s a question, his voice is soft. “And you are?” What now?