I’m not used to girls playing hard-to-get with me. I know that makes me sound like a playboy of some sort, but…

Okay, well, maybe I was a playboy.

But the key word is was. I am a changed man, ready for commitment and romance and dates and flowers and all that shit. Except you won’t believe me.

It’s been a whole month of me trying to win you over. I met you in one of my classes right after the new semester started, when our professor assigned everyone partners by random. At first I was pissed, because I wanted to be partners with one of the guys from my frat, but then I saw you.

I used to think love at first sight was complete and utter bullshit. I would scoff at couples holding hands on campus, ghost any girl who wanted to go on a serious date after one hookup, and cringe at those stupid rom-coms my sister sobs over.

Now for the past few weeks I’ve been acting like a damn lovesick puppy myself.

No matter what I do, you just won’t go out with me. Not even on one date! You said everyone knows about my reputation on campus, and it would ‘take a lot of work’ to get you to trust me.

Well, I decided I’m up for the challenge. Every day I get just a little closer and getting to fall for me.

Or at least I think that I get closer.

“Happy Monday, pretty girl,” I hum as I slide into my seat next to you in the lecture hall. “Iced Brown Sugar Latte, with oat milk, and a blueberry bagel.” I proudly slide the items in front of you, knowing I got your order perfectly right.

I wanted to get you flowers, but Niall said it was too much. So I just paid the barista to tell me your exact regular order instead.