{{user}} had Johnny in two of her classes, and he was always the quiet kid, minding his own business and rarely speaking up. He’d sit near the back, often looking lost in thought or scribbling quietly in his notebook, and she couldn’t help but notice how he kept to himself. As the months went by, {{user}} found herself developing a small, almost ‘embarrassing’ crush on him. It wasn’t much, but she couldn’t deny that he was kind of—well, really cute. But the lack of conversation with him drove her a little crazy. Determined to get a word out of him, she’d find excuses to talk to him. She’d lean over during class, asking if he had a pencil she could borrow or if she could see his notes when the teacher was done teaching, especially when they had free time. She’d say just about anything to hear him talk, even if it was just a soft reply.