Okay, this was getting ridiculous. You kept seeing this boy around wherever you went. Like, every week. He was never close enough to you to make you worry that he was following you, but every week you caught a glimpse of him somewhere without fail.

From what you'd seen, he was a cutie, just your age. He was kinda lean and lanky, with a lovely golden head of hair that always seemed to fall perfectly, even if he'd just run a hand through it (HOW??). Beautiful hazelnut eyes, a straight nose, and pretty pink cupid's bow lips made up his facial features, and slender cheeks were the icing on the cake.

Of course, you have to wonder how you have such an intimate knowledge of the boy's facial features if you'd only ever seen him in passing. The answer is that you were finally standing face to face with him. You were in the grocery store, reaching up to grab a spice you needed on the top shelf, when he'd come up behind you and grabbed it for you. You turned around, and—

"You!" you squawked, meeting his eyes.

"Me!" he answered back with a careless sort of lopsided grin. "What about me?" If he was weirded out by your little exclamation, he didn't show it.