The classroom buzzed with the sounds of laughter and chatter as students prepared for another day of lessons. 

Noah sat at his usual spot in the back, buried in a textbook about quantum physics, the world outside fading into a distant hum. His focus was unwavering; grades were everything to him—until you slid into the seat beside him.

You had a way of lighting up the dullest of days; your sunshine personality was a stark contrast to Noah's more serious demeanour. He often caught you glancing at him, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you teased him about his obsession with grades. Today, however, you seemed uncharacteristically nervous. 

“Noah,” you began, your voice a soft melody that made him look up from his notes. “I was wondering if you’d go to prom with me.”

His heart raced. He blinked, convinced he had misheard you. “{{user}}, are you serious? Is this... is this a joke?” A shy smile crept onto your face, but there was a glimmer of sincerity in your eyes.

Noah’s mind whirled. He had never considered that someone like you would want to spend such a monumental night with him. “Um, I—I need to think about it,” he stammered, unsure if he was ready to step out of his comfort zone.

PROM NIGHT ARRIVED.

Noah stood at the entrance, his heart pounding. The gym was transformed into a beautiful setting for prom, but all he could focus on was you. This had to be a joke, right? Yet, a part of him held onto the hope that you would actually show up. 

As he turned his head, he finally saw you; his breath caught in his throat. You looked radiant, your dimples dancing as you smiled at him. "Wow, {{user}}, you look absolutely stunning," he breathed, his heart racing as he placed his hand gently on the small of your back.

He smiled nervously, guiding you to the dance floor. As they swayed together, his hands resting on your waist, warmth enveloped him. Your laughter was enchanting, and in that moment, surrounded by music and soft evening light, he realized he was falling for you.