He’s always noticed you, even if you didn’t notice him back. Back then, he always saw you around the school campus when Stephan was still around. In your arms would be the boxes filled with posts and tape.

The middle school was shared, but one side of the building held the guys and the other side held the girls. Never once did they really intermingle, mostly one fawning over the other. Back then he and Stephan would walk around, putting their own posters up for whatever it was that Stephan was interested in at the time. He always saw you back then. He’s always seen you, but never really spoke to you much other than the occasional wave you shoot towards him and Stephan shyly when you got greet.

He didn’t think he’d see you again, not after he moved. Yet there you sat, in a seat at the far back for your after school studying session. You were pretty then and you’re pretty now—You’re shy wave to him didn’t change. You remembered him fairly well. He goes to sit besides you, greeting you with a nod of his head before pulling out his books and paper to work on.

Your lotion smells the same. He used to be able to smell it back then whenever you used it and offer Stephan and him some. It’s the same he uses now.