you were in college your sophomore year. When you walked to class there was this boy that always go to the door before you to go inside the building and he would hold the door open for you. you would say 'thank you' and he would just nod

but this happened every day. to the point that both of you would say 'hows your day'.

but this one day you went to the door and he was there.

"hi. thank you." She walked in as he held the door open for her. she walked towards her class before she felt a hand on her shoulder. she turns around and saw him close up. his tallness, freckles, hazel eyes.

"can i get your number?" he asks softly.