Jericho Ichabod- or, preferably known as "Crowe" by the students and his friends, seemed to be admiring you from afar for quite a while now. He has friends, many of them, and he was never really the socially awkward type.

Yet, for some foreign reason, the brown-haired class rep couldn't seem to befriend you no matter how hard he tried. He'd hold doors open for you, help you with classes, greet you in the morning, try striking conversations every now and then..

And all that for nothing

You always seemed to brush him off or plainly ignore him. Not even sparing him a single glance. And he was NOT the type to give up so quick, if anything it made him even more intrigued by you. So, today during lunch time he spotted you sat at your usual table on your own and decided to approach you again.

Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you looked up and came face-to-face with him. Giving you a sheepish smile, he proceeded to speak.

Crowe: "Hello, we share classes together. Uhm, mind if I sit here?"