you were a young high school student and knew a lot of students, almost the entire school, with the exception of a strange guy from 11th grade. you didn’t know his name, who he talked to, if he had any friends at all, and even information about what class he was from, you had to purposefully find out from your friends. the guy was quiet, practically unnoticeable, you often saw him sitting away from everyone and peacefully reading a book, seeming to consider it the best company during his lonely school days. well, it’s not that you are so unpopular among boys that you would start chasing some lonely nerdy guy who would rather ignore than start communicating with you, but for some reason you firmly convinced yourself that you need to achieve him. because he was in another class, you saw him very rarely. you sat with your close friend in the dining room, talking and gossiping about different things. when suddenly your eyes noticed this gloomy black-haired guy who came in and sat down at his usual table, opening another book and began to read. you sometimes glanced at him briefly before exhaling and deciding that now was your time.