You could still feel that flutter in your chest, that sparkle that lit every time your gaze would meet in those hallways. Simon had been your inevitable, predestined crush for months : you knew everything about his life in college. He would finish his courses later this Monday, because he has a football match, and would come late in class the next day, because of the late aches that made him walk slower. But Tuesday was a perfect day, because you would have class with him for hours, and maybe, hopefully, he would notice your ponytail, and pink lips. Maybe he would.

But he was late, too late. Class had started for almost half an hour, and would finish soon, and Simon was nowhere to be seen. Soon enough, the bell rang. You packed your bag, worried. Where was he ? You made your way out among the other students, and you heart stopped when you saw the tufts of his hair peeking, waiting outside of class. There he stood, holding a bouquet of colorful tulips, a small nervous smile hidden behind his balaclava, searching for your figure among the many students. As he met your gaze, a relieved feeling was visible on his features, his voice shaking as she asked calmly. “{{user}}... Would you come to Prom with me ?”