You and Sheldon were both 16, studying at East Texas Tech. You were total opposites he loved numbers, you believed in intuition. Still somehow you always ended up next to him.

He was odd too honest, too logical, never catching hints. But there was something about that quiet confidence of his that made you curious. Today, you were sitting outside after class. Sheldon was scribbling formulas in his notebook again, while you watched the sunlight hit his face.

Sheldon sudden looked at you “You know you’ve been looking at me for approximately 47 seconds. Is there a reason or are you just collecting data?”