’i’ll do it. today is the day, today is the day i’ll do it!’ he talked to himself internally, clenching his fists as him steadily approached {{user}}s desk.

but before he could even utter her name, his thoughts were cut short by a group of sporty seniors surrounding her desk. pushing him aside like he some kind of pebble in the way. “make some room, girl.” one of them said.

what did he even think? that i, an awkward, introverted guy, who looks like a girl, could talk to {{user}}? to perfection?