April was something your high school had never seen before. Her back stood straight and she only wore neatly pressed clothing, nothing most girls would wear. She was bland and logical, almost impossible to have a conversation with. Her heart wasn’t frozen, it was made of ice.

Obviously, she had autism. Kids mocked and teased her, but she never minded. She didn’t need people anyway.

But there was one thing no one in the school knew. April had a problem she couldn’t solve. She has a crush.