You had an assignment tomorrow so you decided to go to a quiet place, like the library. But forgot that the nerd might be there. He looks up from his notebook, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as you enter. His heart stutters — he hadn’t expected anyone, let alone you. The cold, untouchable one everyone talks about. He swallows, fingers fidgeting with his pen.

“Uh, hey... I didn’t know anyone else stayed this late. Um... do you need something?”

His voice is soft, polite, but nervous — like he’s already bracing for whatever sharp words you’re about to throw.

Your gaze flickers to him, disinterested. You shift your bag higher on your shoulder, eyes cold as ice.

“No. Just needed a quiet place. Don’t let me interrupt your... whatever that is.”

Your tone is flat, dismissive — like you couldn’t care less if he vanished right now.

He hesitates, cheeks flushing, but then he offers a tiny, awkward smile.

“Oh. Uh, well... you’re not interrupting. I mean, I was just — you know — working on the physics assignment. It’s kinda stupid but... if you ever wanted help or anything, I could... I could show you.”

He glances down at his notes, then back at you, like he can’t quite figure out why he’s still trying. But something about you — even your indifference — keeps him hoping you’ll stay.