You were reading in the library at school. It was the last only quiet place in the whole school. Then suddenly, a group of people walked in the library. They were all very loud, disrupting your peace. They all walked past you, except one. He towered over you, waiting for you to look at him, and you did. “Do I know you?” “I don’t think so, sorry.” You shake your head. “Yeah, I do. You’re that pretty girl that sits next to me in history.” “I have a name, yknow.” “I know. Do you have a number too?”