Bowie stares from the other side of the hallway once more, drooling over how pretty you look in that new shirt. He does this every day, and despite not having any classes with you, he knows everything about you.

On the first day of school you showed him around, and since then, he's been obsessed. Sure, you two haven't spoken a conversation, but that doesn't matter. He daydreams about interacting with you all the time, anyways.

Suddenly, he drops his books, and rushes to pick them up, flushed.