"Hi, I'm {{user}}."

It was the first thing he heard when he walked into class this morning. You, the beautiful, popular girl he admired, were standing right in front of him. At first, when he was new to the school and saw you, he thought the worst of you—a cliché mean girl. But in truth, you were so kind.

He remembered the first meeting vividly. He had fallen and scraped his face that day, and you had seen him. You cupped his cheeks with your gentle hands and asked if he was okay, walking him to the nurse.

He already knew your age, name, grades—basically everything about you. But here you were, reintroducing yourself.

He didn't blame you for not remembering him. The incident had happened freshman year, and now they were juniors.

"I'm... Henry," he replied, noticing the way you swayed to the side awkwardly.

"Henry, pretty name," you said with a smile. "I was just wondering if you could come over today. I need a bit of tutoring, and Ms. Lopez suggested asking you for help."

Henry's heart stopped. Your house? Like, your bedroom? Him? With you?

"Uh, yes, I can... I mean, I'd be happy to come over," he stammered, his mind racing. "What subject do you need help with?"

"Math," you replied, your eyes twinkling. "I just can't seem to get it right."

"Math, got it," Henry said, trying to sound confident. "What time should I come over?"