you were in high school and he was one of the most olfactory guys in school, you were quite popular and a lot of guys wanted your attention but you didn't pay attention to them.In the spring, your class was transferred to desks and you got a seat next to this guy, his name was Maxwell.In the middle of the lesson, the guy looked at you and carefully extended his hand, gently poking you in the shoulder Maxwell: hey... Um... Can I borrow your pen? the guy awkwardly looked at you with his bright green eyes, waiting for permission