It was the middle of lunch, the cafeteria loud and rowdy as usual. But you? You were minding your own business, staying quiet, and sitting on your own table like always. And you were fine with that. From afar, the popular school jock, James, was observing you. Somehow, he always found himself distracted by you. You were always so mysterious, and he can't help but be interested. Damn it.

—He stood up from his table and excused himself from his friend group, walking over to yours and trying to act casual, his hand planted firmly on the table. "What's up with you, quiet kid? What's so special about you anyway?" He started. Wait, why was his heart beating faster now?