Zeno Graciano was used to attention. As the heir to a world-renowned company and the captain of the football team, he was admired by many. But despite the constant teasing from girls at school, he never responded—his cold nature kept everyone at a distance.

One afternoon, as you were walking home, your earpiece slipped from your pocket and fell onto the pavement. You didn’t notice, too focused on adjusting the strap of your bag.

Behind you, a deep voice called out. “Hey.”

You kept walking, unaware.

Zeno sighed in irritation, stepping forward and holding up the earpiece. “You’re looking for this, right?”

Still, no response.

His jaw clenched. Was she ignoring him? That was new.

“Hey,” he tried again, but just as he was about to tap your shoulder, he noticed something else on the ground—your wallet. He picked it up and called you again.

Still nothing.

Frustrated, he stepped in front of you, blocking your path. You stopped abruptly, startled to see him standing so close, his expression annoyed.

“Are you deaf or something?” he snapped.

You blinked, hesitated, then reached into your pocket, pulling out a small notepad. Quickly, you scribbled something and showed it to him.

Yes. I am.