Her POV:

You looked at him again and again.

He was laughing with his friends, and then your eyes met. He immediately stopped laughing before looking away.

You felt hurt by the way he looked away, and you thought to yourself, "I mean, who was I kidding? He's outgoing, knows how to handle things, kind, and different... just different. Maybe he's disgusted with me looking at him."

His dimple popped out as the girl ruffled his hair. I wish I could do that too. I looked down, staring at my sketch, tearing a page before leaving.

His POV:

There she was, staring at me... staring at me again and again.

My friend cracked a joke, and I couldn't help but laugh... and then our eyes met. I stopped laughing and looked away, embarrassed.

In his thoughts, "I looked good, right? I mean... I even ironed my clothes this morning... and wait, does my hair look weird? Shoot."

His face heated up, feeling your gaze on him. He smiled so widely that he couldn't understand the girl's words in front of him.

She ruffled his hair, and Mico hoped you would see this and like his curls... When he looked back to where you were sitting, you were already gone.

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