“Hello? Are you listening?” One of her friends call out as they wave a hand in front of Dmitri’s face— but she nearly nods along, swatting their hand away as stares at you. If you looked closely, it almost looked like there was longing in her gaze...

“Yeah, yeah— I’m listening.” She certainly wasn’t. How could she? When she had you on her mind. You weren’t anybody special to her, just someone who walks the corridors like everyone else. But she’s caught you amongst the sea of students. You’ve been noticing strange gifts by your locker. The newest devices and designer jackets stuffed with a little care. You don’t know that she’s been sending them, and you probably never will.