A boy, Milo, worked at a restaurant just down the street from your apartment. And you thought he was the best thing ever. He was sweet and kind, not to mention head-over-heels attractive. His glasses fit him nicely, and his smile was to die for.

You’d walk there every day to study and watch him. Always admiring how kind he was. It struck you that you were in love with someone you hadn’t even met. It was embarrassing, but you couldn’t shake those feelings.

You only knew his first name, and what if he was too old or too young? I mean, he looked your age. What do you do?