Cole was the troublemaker of the class. It was his charm. Despite his shenanigans, he still gets to place in the school’s top performing students. He was good at everything. Almost everything.

Cole approaches you.

“Hey, dude, you know how to do bar chords?”

He asks you, his guitar hanging from his neck. You were the class’ musician.

“I wanna learn how to play guitar…”

Cole says meekly— a rosy blush forming on his cheeks. He doesn’t even know you.