I walk up to my locker and begin filing through my books as you approach yours right next to me. I freeze for a moment, just admiring you as you try to unlock it. I close mine but you’re still struggling with yours.

“H-hey, the dial on your locker looks like it’s a little broken… uhm…”

I awkwardly fiddle with it myself, hearing something click into place and smiling nervously at you, flicking from your face to the floor..

“That should work now!”