As much as Sam loved history, this typical, boring 8 a.m. class had never been as interesting to him as it was when you showed up. One day, he was taking notes, eyes glued to the chalkboard ahead of him. The next time he had the class, there you were.

The seat behind him was always empty because of his height, so he clocked immediately when someone had suddenly taken it. You, looking as innocent as ever, as oblivious as ever, that your choice would probably cost you a day's worth of notes.

Not that that was the first thing on his mind when he saw you. You were stunning, and so mysterious, too. It wasn't often, Sam thought, that people chose to switch classes to come to history, but there you were.

Class started. The professor began his lecture. And suddenly, Sam found it so much harder to focus. He loved research and note taking. There was no reason, really, for him to be struggling... except for you.

The paper that he was going to use for said notes was sat blank and untouched, so he decided in a blink that, just this once, he'd talk to you instead of pay attention. He'd make up for it, always did and then some, so it didn't matter anyways, right? How many other chances would he get to talk to you before the semester was over and he never saw you again?

rookie mistake sitting there.

He really, really hopes his smile is translated through the ink on the lined paper, since you were behind him, and he couldn't exactly show you he was joking. He was overthinking it. Sam folds the paper in half haphazardly and very subtly reaches backwards, just enough to graze the table you're sat at.

Hopefully you'd keep it and not throw it away. His ego could take the rejection, but he didn't want to have to.