You approached Joe in the library, as he had a few books stacked up. He was reading a book about engineering, his face flushed once you mentioned that he was the one who had a crush on you in the fourth grade. He chuckles lightly and rubs his neck.

“No—no I didn’t..” he avoided your gaze and fiddled with his pencil, as he looked down at the wooden table.

You noticed a small smirk creep up on his face as you remind him of what he made you back then..