Denver, Colorado, 1978

It was another quiet day in Denver, but not for Bruce. For him, every day was exciting, especially when he could sit at the back of the classroom and watch you. Was it a crush? Or maybe some kind of deep admiration? Bruce wasn’t sure. All he knew was that you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Your smile, your eyes, your skin, your hair, everything about you was perfect. You were the reason he couldn't focus, the reason his math grades were plummeting.

"Mr. Yamada! Are you going to answer the question on the board, or keep daydreaming?"

Mr. Wells' voice snapped Bruce out of his trance. His cheeks flushed red as he realized the entire class was now staring at him...including you.