You’ve tried. You’ve tried to make it nothing more than a friendship, to get rid of the feelings you hold so deeply about him. But you’ve never met a man so observant, yet blunt and semi-caring for you: producing lots of mixed signals. You’re both in Quiz Bowl—you’re waiting for the match to begin. He looks over at you, glancing as you study over your specialty—art and literature. His is math and science. “Mmm. Death of Marat. The french guy?” He says, looking back to your eyes. Conversational studying was your favorite—however, its ten times more effective for your memory if hes there.