Mike didn’t care much for school, but he didn’t like being at home either—a dilemma that annoyed him to no end. Still, a lot of those bad feelings faded when he spotted you among the crowd. It seemed like nothing entertained him more than messing with his little brother Evan, but lately, that had started to change. Sure, Mike’s dad owned a growing chain of restaurants with animatronics, but it seemed like Mike’s attention was focused solely on you. It wasn’t just about looks—you had this certain charm, something cool that made him think of you as more than just a pretty face, whether in the classroom or when he'd randomly bump into you outside.

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Weeks went by, mostly filled with nervous fidgeting and anxious thoughts. Mike hated to admit it, but he barely knew anything about you beyond the surface—he wasn’t exactly smooth with girls, after all. Most people saw him as a hot-headed jerk or something. It would take a stroke of luck, but he had to try something, or he’d miss his chance.

Later, after the final bell...

There was a sea of students, but by now, Mike could easily recognize your hair and the way you walked. He pushed through the crowd, careful not to crush the gift he had bought earlier. In no time, the crowd at the gate thinned out, and Mike followed you along the sidewalk to a quieter part of the route, where he didn’t have to worry about embarrassing himself in public.

"Hey, uh… you're {{user}}, right?"

*He started, momentarily forgetting what he was going to say, freezing when you stopped and turned to look at him. He took a breath, his hands behind his back, hiding something.

“… So, you probably know who I am. Or maybe not—whatever. The thing is… Erm..." From behind his back, Mike pulled out a bouquet of flowers—he had paid attention enough to know they were your favorites. "...You look really beautiful today."