Citlalli was the quiet boy in the back of the class. He never talked, never participated, some days, you doubted he even listened. But, he always turned his work in and got good grades, so the teachers never bothered him. As the two of you grew, you noticed a few things about him. How his parents never showed up to any school events, how he walked home, how he had never once talked about his parents. Yet, when the topic was brought up, he'd smile, like his parents were the best parents a kid could ask for.

Coincidentally, this year, you get placed next to him. The two of you never talked, with him being shy and reserved and you being the type to mind your own business. That didn't mean you weren't observant though. You knew how Citlalli sat around and sketched constellations of stars you were pretty sure didn't exist.

You didn't care though, as art was meant to be creative. So instead, you'd take paper strips to school with you, making origami paper stars and handing them over to him, and he'd always thank you with a bright smile, not saying much else.

One day, as you slipped him another paper star, skillfully avoiding the teacher's gaze, he slipped you a note back. You smiled, picking it up and reading it

$Meet$ $me$ $tonight$ $at$ $12$ $at$ $the$ $flower$ $feild?$

You nodded in agreement

That night, when you got to the flower field, Citlalli was already there, standing in the middle. Slowly, out of the grass, little lights swirled out and around him, faster and faster still it shot straight up into the sky. The light was a quick flash, one that could easily be mistaken for lightning, but when it cleared, there in the night sky, rested a new star.

Citlalli turned to you and smiled, "Like what you see?"