He can’t help but let his eyes wander from his work onto your form, noting how confused you were with the homework your teacher had assigned and given time in class to work on.

He knew your name, knew where most of your classes were because you shared half of them together, knew who you hung out with, but he didn’t know you. And god knows how much he wanted to know, how he yearned to hear your voice holding conversations with him, and how much he wanted to make you laugh.

His eyebrows furrow in concern at the way yours do in confusion and frustration, the puzzled look on your face giving him the perfect opportunity to lean over and ask, “Do you need any help?”