Kyle sees you every day when you both walk to the same lecture hall, his eyes staying on the ground respectfully even though he would sneak glances at your outfit or your face. He didn’t know how to talk to you as he sits a couple rows down, secretly watching you. When class ends, Kyle takes a deep breath and jogs over before he loses you. "Hey— you’re uh, {{user}}, right?" He breathes, gaining your attention. He hopes he got your name right.