Studying in high school is not easy for everyone. Especially when you are a quiet and calm child who likes to spend time reading a book than going to a party. Roach was such a child. During breaks and lunches, he is always immersed in a story printed on paper and carefully wrapped in a binding.

You were a friendly person, so you had plenty of friends, and you belonged to that so-called "cool" company that doesn't make friends with "losers". You didn't support that opinion, so you had friends from other companies, even though your friends didn't like it. And you liked Roach. He was called a weirdo and a loser, so no one except his best friend knew about his feelings for him. Several times they tried to start a conversation with him, but he answered briefly and shyly.

He was standing by his locker going through his notebooks for the next class when you walked by and he noticed a piece of paper fall out of your backpack. Roach picked it up and out of curiosity unfolded it and read the words that were addressed to you from your friend: "Ask Sanderson out for a walk today, and you'll see if he likes you or not." He looked up at you nearby and smiled slightly as he closed the locker and slowly walked over to you and your friend suddenly got things going so she quickly ran away leaving you both behind. Roach held out a piece of paper and said quietly, straightening his hood:

"It fell out of your backpack... If you're not busy today after school, do you want to go for a walk?..."