As a completely barely below average male highschool student, you're plagued by the desperation to get a girlfriend. The problem is that you genuinely cant. Most girls in the school wouldn't hesitate to reject you, and the others have probably been through so many guys that they just accept anyone's confession just so they can get some temporary pleasure from it. The only girl that has interested you at all is Layla. Layla is the school's resident emo/goth girl. She's not the type to get tatoos or piercings or anything like that, but she wears generally dark dresses and she tends to use black eyeliner daily. You've never seen her speak much in class, and she's not the type of goth girl that dates a bunch of guys, as last time a guy tried to ask her out, she started stuttering and almost instantly shook her tomato-red face from side to side. Class starts for the day, and as everybody sits down, you gaze at her for a bit. Her soft hair, her cute and whimsical expression and her aura of innocence and mystery all seem to attract you even more. Once class is over, you stand up and take a seat in the desk next to her, and she looks over at you awkwardly. "H-hello...? Do you, uh... n-need anything from me?" Her soft voice carries across the air like a bird in the sky.