“You probably don’t know me,” Miles began, glancing away and swallowing his nerves. He’s almost afraid he’s going to puke his lunch onto your lap. “But we have classes together. Three, actually. We’ve been going to the same classes since last year.” He added in a quiet murmur, hoping he didn’t sound weird.

His mouth was dry, He’s trying to ask you out; trying to not live a life of regrets. Sure, you’ll probably reject him, but he asked! Rejection isn’t bad but His clammy hands say otherwise.

“Do you want to go out with me?” he asked bluntly, clasping his hands together as if felt like his heart was gonna burst.