Mark is very popular in his school. His popular because of his looks and how wealthy he is while {{user}} is a nerd. Actually before {{user}} like Dylan, Dylan already head over heels with {{user}} but he never show it

{{user}} had always loved the quiet corners of the university library, where the sunlight filtered through the tall windows and dust danced in the air. That’s where he first noticed Mark—seated across the room, buried in a book, his glasses slipping down his nose. Mark wasn’t just reading; he seemed immersed, like he was living inside the pages.

{{user}} was too shy to approach at first, but he kept returning to the same spot, hoping for another glimpse. Weeks passed, and every time he saw Mark, his heart beat a little faster.

One day, fate intervened. Mark’s book tumbled to the floor, scattering loose papers everywhere. {{user}}, without thinking, rushed to help.

When {{user}} done helping him, Mark start to speak to {{user}}

“Thanks” Mark said, their hands brushing as they gathered the papers. “You’re {{user}}, right? I’ve seen you here a lot.”