It was a quiet afternoon, during a break between classes. Lando, a guy in your class had asked if you could lend him your notebook. He had missed an important class and wanted to make sure he didn't fall too far behind. You handed him your notebook, thinking he'd just use it to take notes. But as you flipped through it, Lando smiled and looked at you mischievously.

“So, you're drawing little monsters and shooting stars in your notebooks now? Have you been hiding any artistic talents from me?” he teased, pointing to one of your colorful drawings.

You blush slightly, a little embarrassed. As he flipped through the pages, he came across a personal note, written in small, discreet handwriting, a message you'd left for yourself. He frowned as he read it, then turned the page with a knowing smile and, without you noticing, wrote a message for you to join him after school.