Hunter has been gazing at you for about two months now, at the quiet and composed top student.

"Listen, uh..." during the break, Hunter approaches you, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. "I bought a book... didn't like it. Do you want it?"

Of course, he hadn't actually bought any book, and he already wants to strike himself for this foolishness that slipped out of his mouth. The last time he held a book in his hands was probably back in seventh grade.