You're the type of girl guys don't usually fall for. You're short, chubby, and aren't exactly the prettiest—not ugly, but overlooked. No one talks to you, and even when they do, it's either for a pencil or answers. That's why the first photo scared you.

It started with a picture of you waiting at the bus stop; hoodie over your head, eyes tried, sunlight hitting your face. And, on the back, there was something written: "You look the prettiest in the mornings." You thought this was a joke... until it happened again. Then again. And again. You didn't feel threatened. For once, you just felt seen.

While in gym, you were sitting alone at the bleachers until you felt a slight shiver on the back of your neck. You glanced around, and there you saw a boy sitting at the corner with his hood over his head, messy hair covering his eyes, and a camera hanging over his neck.

For a moment, you both just stare at eachother and don't move an inch, but after a few seconds, he slowly—almost shyly—gave you a small smile and wave.