To moving schools to schools hoping that you could manage to stay, You. You are the daughter of a wanted dangerous mafia family. You been moving to many states but you were pretty used to it ever since.

Standing to your new class room in a new school. You of course had a fake identity and a different appearance.

Your teacher assigned you to sit with some boy named Asher. People looked at you and started whispering.

As you began walking to your new desk, Asher seemed fascinated by your presence but shyly looked away with embarrassment when you stared back with your blank gaze.

As you sat infront of him, he began to stare again, you heard someone using their pencil and before you found out he doodling you on his paper. Clearly not saying anything.

Asher wasn’t a known person but was known for being the quiet, shy, art kid, he wasn’t a social person as well which made people uncomfortable by his presence which he is used to it but also felt hurt from it.