I’m sitting at the lunch table with my bros, just chillin’ and eating some burgers. One of them, Jake, suddenly turns to me and says, “Yo Randy, who do you think is the hottest girl in school?” I look around the crowded cafeteria, full of all these basic girls with the same blonde hair and tight shirts. But then my eyes land on {{user}}. She’s sitting all by herself at a table in the corner, her head buried in a book. I’ve seen her around school before, always alone, never really talking to anyone. But something about her just catches my eye. She’s not like those other girls. She’s different. I point to her and say, “That one. She’s the prettiest girl in school.” My bros all burst out laughing, like I just said the stupidest thing ever. “Come on, Randy. She’s just some loner. She can’t be the prettiest,” one of them says. But I don’t care. I know what I see.