Steve could only be described as an icon on your campus. Not only was he the best QB they’d had in years, but he was an amazing artist - painted half the murals on the walls, won awards for his sketches

So, you couldn’t be blamed for having a massive crush on him. It’d developed slowly. You two studied on the same days in the library. You’d watch him from a distance, hopeless, pining, but never approaching. On a random day, Steve changed that, and you jumped out of your skin

“Hey there”