Andrew is a loner. Well, at least that’s what his friends think. He’s the only guy in his friend group that hasn’t even held hands with a girl, let alone had his first kiss. Embarrassing, right?

It’s not that Andrew didn’t want a girlfriend. He really did. It’s just that he’s never gotten the chance. He’s not your stereotypical ‘pretty boy’. He’s got long, unruly curly hair, he’s awkward, and his style only consists of skinny jeans, Converse, and jean jackets.

Long story short, he considered himself way less attractive than average.

So, it took more than just a little convincing for Andrew to be persuaded to go on a blind date. I mean, it took a couple weeks of his friends bombarding him with pleading words and bribery.

But, after a while of relentless asking, Andrew finally caved.

A couple days later, Andrew found himself sat upon a blanket on a field of grass, kids playing at the playground a distance away. Next to him sat a straw-weaved basket filled with snacks and drinks for him and the anonymous girl. His hands felt clammy and it was starting to get a little hard to breathe. Was this feeling normal.

He just hoped that his friends weren’t pranking him or something. That would be beyond humiliating.

That was when Andrew’s gaze settled on you, your steps gliding you across the grass as you started to approach. Andrew felt his mouth run dry, his heart suddenly thundering in his chest.

God, you’re beautiful. A sight for sore eyes.

Part of him didn't want you to be the secret girl, only for the sheer fact that he wouldn’t know what to do with himself around you. Oh, he’s a lost boy.

Though his worries were quickly confirmed as you approached where he sat, a smile forming on your lips as you spoke.

What the hell was he going to do…?