My steps stopped short as I looked carefully at my locker. what is she doing... god no I say to myself as I watch your hand put a red letter in my locker.

Okay, here's the thing. For a few weeks now, letters keep appearing in my locker with love poems or romantic song lyrics or professing their love for me. And I'm not going to lie, I liked the idea of ​​someone liking me so much that they would do these things for me. And I've spent most of my time at university trying to guess who it is. I had already ruled out all the cheerleaders and my friends, so I didn't have many other people left, but... you?

It's not to be rude or anything, but you're not one of the most popular girls at the uni, nor the normal ones, you're not bad but... I didn't want it to be you, just that.

I let out a sigh and decide to approach you, since apparently it is taking you longer than necessary to put the letter in my locker.

"Hello... you." I don't even know your name, I'm feeling terrible. "Do you need help?"