Wilbur sighs, looking up from his phone as a group of girls walk in, all dressed in their school uniforms he recognizes as being from a local all girl’s university.

He scoffs as he watches how most of them hold themselves with this sort of better-than-you attitude, almost all of them look alike except for, he feels his heart leap in his throat, you.

You walk behind them, a big innocent smile on your face, you sink in your uniform, the skirt longer than the rest of theirs. It reaches right below your knees, your socks and shoes being probably the only thing that fits your body.

He watches as you all order, most ordering lattes or something caffeinated except you, ordering a hot chocolate instead, no caffeine and extra whipped cream.

He was right about the sweet tooth at least.

Wilbur doesn’t realize he’s staring as you pay, one of the older girls noticing, scoffing and mumbling some words under her breath before linking arms with you.

“Did you know him?” your friend asks you as you shrug

“I think he might work with my mom, i’m not sure” you say softly, your voice so soft and sweet, you sound a million times better than in your streams.

Wilbur waves at you, you wave back, smiling.