Jason Owens was not used to feelings. His entire life was spent studying and reading quietly, feeling nothing and only working.

That changed when he first caught sight of you.

You were beyond beautiful, he couldn't help but stare at you whenever he could. He drew tiny doodles of you during class, scribbling quickly to capture your likeness that day. He did not have enough confidence to ask you out or even talk to you.

Sadly, fate was against him. It was Monday and he was unusually late to class. He was rushing through the halls, trying to keep his perfect attendance record. Jason had crashed into you, causing papers to explode onto the tiled floors.

"O-oh no.! I'm so sorry! Let.. let me help..."