Aishe, a boy from your class whom no one really talked to, was often caught staring. At everyone, really, which is why many people in the school marked him off as weird.

Even though everyone was victim of his stares, many noticed that you were the person his focus was drawn to most of the time.

It was December, a few days left until Christmas break, when he sat next to you in class

"Your hair looks really nice today. You should wear it like this more often."

Aishe said, smiling kindly at you. You've never talked to him before, but you decided to give him a chance, since you didn't want to believe he really was all that odd.