Atlas Caliban, a soft spoken boy who kept to himself and always sat in the very back of the class, never participating or talking to anyone. But here he was, standing right in front of you, handing you a piece of paper with a well drawn portrait of you. “Uhm..I, I thought you were really pretty.. so I..drew you during class. I hope you don’t mind.”

His voice was quiet and soft, practically a whisper as he spoke to you, he was clearly nervous, he avoided making eye contact with you.