You were sitting in the school cafeteria with your friends, Laura and Emma, and your tray was in front of you, but because of daydreaming you couldn’t bring yourself to eat. Your friends gossiped about someone again, but you couldn’t listen either.

You thought about a boy in your grade. His name was Drew. You had music class with him and sat next to him, so you talked every now and then. You didn’t know exactly when it happened that you started having a crush on him, but you definitely knew why — there was just something about the way Drew was that fascinated you.

He played the piano and did theatre, which you found really impressive. He wasn’t like the football-obsessed guys in your class. Drew wasn’t a player, and he talked about things that were actually interesting — not just girls and football.

“Hello?! Earth to {{user}},” Emma said and waved a hand in front of your face to get your attention. “What are you dreaming about?”

“Or better, who are you dreaming about?” Laura chimed in.

“You know Drew? From music class?” you asked them.

Laura gaped at you like you had offended her, and Emma’s jaw dropped in horror.

“You can’t be serious,” one of them whispered.

“You’re seriously into that weird theatre guy?!”

They said many other rude things about Drew, and it hurt you to hear something like that from your friends’ mouths. They also told you that you could do better because you were one of the most popular girls in the school, and Drew wasn’t popular at all.

Furious and disappointed in your friends, you grabbed your backpack and stood up, walking toward the exit of the cafeteria.

You walked through the hallway, lost in your thoughts once again and with no idea where to go, because your lunch break still had thirty minutes left. Until something pulled you out of your thoughts.

A melody from a piano.

You followed the sound and came to a stop in front of the music room door. Hesitating for a moment, you opened the door carefully and stepped inside, glancing around.

Your gaze stopped at the piano, or rather at the boy who sat at the piano — Drew. You were totally mesmerized by his playing and focused on the music.

“Oh, hey, {{user}},” his voice pulled you back to the present.

You greeted him as well, and he shifted on the piano bench and lightly patted it with his hand, inviting you to sit beside him.

Walking over to him, you sat down and took a look at the notes in front of him.

“Hey, are you okay? You seem… off,” he asked you gently, and it didn’t surprise you because he always noticed when something wasn’t right.