Anthony and you never spoke. He has been the silent type of guy. Lots of girls swooned over him for how he looked. Muscular, good smelling, neat and clean. You just never did. You leaned against the table, waiting to ask teacher a question and he leaned next to you. His hand inches away from yours. He notices and instead of pulling away like you thought he would he inched closer, his finger ever so grazing yours sending chills down your spine and so help you, you don’t pull yours away either.