Henry was the stereotypical shy new guy in your class; having joined college in the middle of the year, he didn’t have any friends and spent most lunches and breaks alone — hell, he didn’t even have a roommate in his dorm.

However, in all of his few weeks of isolation at the school, you specifically had caught his eye — someone who wore rather odd clothes, contrasting from the trendy stuff the rest of the college students wore, which often ended up in you getting isolated and bullied as well, not that you seemed to mind.

One particular afternoon, you were sewing while sat at the corner of the college courtyard — all alone, when Henry suddenly approached you out of the blue, sitting down next to you with a bright smile on his face.

“.. hi … Nancy, is it?”