Between fourth and fifth period, just after lunch, Chemistry loomed with only five minutes until the bell. Sean navigated the locker corridors with practiced stealth, aiming for the well-known locker he'd visited daily for the past years. Its owner being {{user}} who currently sat in fifth-period Chemistry, a girl he'd admired since their eyes first met in seventh-grade history class.

"Let's hope she enjoys this chocolate.. they were fresh out of her favourite one.." Sean muttered to himself as the locker clicked shut—his breath hitching at the distant, squeaky footsteps.

Swiftly, he dashed out the doorway at the end of the hallway, deciding to take the longer route around the building, even if it meant being late for fifth period. Sean couldn't risk {{user}} discovering his secret admirer identity.