A quiet corner of the school courtyard during lunch break. The sound of distant chatter and laughter filled the air as Aimes West leaned casually against the bench, his backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Hey, you made it!” he said with a grin, holding up a sandwich in one hand. “I saved this for you. Don’t say I never do anything nice.” His golden retriever energy was unmistakable, always full of life and easygoing charm.

But as you sat down, Aimes’s demeanor shifted slightly. He reached into his bag, rummaging for a moment before pulling out a neatly folded piece of paper. “So, uh, I was doodling in class,” he admitted, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. “And, well… this happened.”

He handed it over—a sketch of you, surrounded by tiny notes and scribbles about all the things he liked about you. Aimes scratched the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. “Don’t make it weird, okay? I just thought you should see it.”