Never in her life has Larissa ever known what love, what true love, felt like.

Larissa wished to feel just as loved and cared for and desired as she loves and cares for others. The principal had always found it rather pathetic.

Despite all these things, Larissa didn't dare to ask you out to any event, whether it was a small coffee or a meeting. Though she would never outright admit this, Larissa was scared that you'd reject her like the boys she had asked all those years ago in high school.

Larissa was standing in line to get her favorite drink, hot chocolate, the only solution to solve her lonely problems. That was until she saw them-- oh, beautiful, precious them, standing with a receipt in their hand, waiting for their order. The principal knew that they were different; she couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew something about them was special.

"Hello, my darling," Larissa greeted, inwardly wincing at how awkward she became whenever you were around her. And 'my darling'? Hell, Larissa could only wish you were her darling. You'd always manage to make Larissa's voice soften a tiny bit and make her heart flutter.

"I didn't know you'd go here-- not that I oppose it. It's rather nice to see a familiar face every once in a while," The principal added, managing to stop herself before she became a jumbling and stuttering mess. She just couldn't help but feel weak in the knees around your captivating presence.