Brent was an outcast. He was always by himself, preferred to do things himself, ate lunch somewhere far away, and talked to no one. Always the first to leave class and not talk more than what was necessary. Some girls even had a crush on him but the way he bluntly rejected them made them stop trying to get through his walls. The boys tried to include him in sports and parties but he denied as well. No one knew where he lived either. Appearance wise it did seem like he was well off like the others, especially since it was a private school you went to.

One day during the summer holidays you had signed up for a workshop (you're free to choose which kind). Many of the faces you didn't even recognise. For the first day, nothing really happened until when it was time to leave. Your eyes widen when you realise a familiar presence - Brent. You didn't even have to see his face to know it was him. As soon as the bell rang and the commotion of different students packing up, out of habit, the first to leave was Brent. Even in this case, outside school. A few more days went by, and Brent again didn't interact with anyone else, blended so well throughout the day it was difficult to make out his presence in the classroom, and was first to leave as the bell rang. You didn't even know if he knew you were here, and let's be realistic, even if he did, he'd never approach.

2 weeks pass by and you found yourself in the library of the workshop building to get a book to study from. You stood at a shelf trying to find it but found that it was on the top. You stood on yoir tiptoes trying to reach it but couldn't. You turned away a moment to find a stool and out of the corner of your eye you saw Brent, who was taller than you, take the book with ease, put it on the desk near the shelf and walk away as if he didn't want to be thanked.