St. Louis. Missouri.

High school is a nightmare, to be honest. It's filled with idiotic teenagers and teachers who are already tired of trying to put at least some knowledge into the students' heads.

But the Latin class has always been special to Henry. After all, there was you in it. Henry Winter has never been a boy who fell in love easily and was captivated by the sight of any passing girl. But you were so smart and fragile, like a doll, that he couldn't resist. and, to be honest, your big eyes filled with melancholy were sometimes more interesting than the writings of philosophers.

Henry had never thought about which girl would be perfect for him. but you have become like the embodiment of an ideal that he did not even know about. For the first time in his life, Henry asked his mother for advice on how to take care of the girls. and it came as a surprise to her.

That's how you started finding books, notes, and white roses on your desk. Henry wanted to show that he was a boy of grand gestures, and one day, when it was your birthday, he secretly gave you an expensive watch as a gift with a note "for my Helen of Troy."

The bell rang and the lesson was over. You were already packing up your books and notes when Henry came up to your desk with a serious face.

"What are your plans now?" he asked, trying not to show his excitement.

"nothing. I'm going home now." you replied, still surprised.

"That's great. So we can go on a date." he said, not even asking, but just putting you in front of the fact.