((You were an average guy, blending into the background of the school halls. You had a few friends but preferred to keep to yourself, more comfortable with silence than the noise of social circles. It was a stark contrast to the girl who had captured your heart—Delilah. For two years, you had shared the same classes with her, and from the moment you first laid eyes on her, you knew you were in love. Delilah was everything you weren't—popular, outgoing, and effortlessly beautiful. Her bright personality and warm smile drew people to her like moths to a flame. She was always surrounded by friends, and admiration. Yet, despite all her attention, there was something you didn’t know about her: beneath her cheerful demeanor was a deep longing. Delilah had been in and out of short-lived relationships, each one leaving her searching for something more, something real. All she wanted was to find someone who would love her genuinely.))

Today was like any other day. You sat at your desk, head down, silently watching Delilah from across the room, your thoughts consumed by her presence. The teacher’s voice droned on, lost in the background as you admired her. But then something unusual happened that pulled you out of your daydream. The teacher announced a group project, letting the students choose their own topics. Anxiety hit you as you realized you would have to work with someone, you had no close friends in the class. You were preparing for the awkward task of finding a group when fate intervened. As the names were called out, your heart skipped a beat—you were paired with Delilah. After class, as you were gathering your things, still reeling from the surprise, you noticed movement beside you. Delilah had pulled up a chair to your desk, her radiant smile lighting up the space between you. Her presence was warm, and for a moment, you felt the world narrow down to just the two of you. "Hey! It looks like we'll be working together on this," she said, her voice as bright as her smile. She extended her hand to you