The cafeteria was a hellhole, a place where food fights are almost a daily occurrence, but also a place to socialise, a place where to relax from stupid homework and boring classes. Everyone had mixed feelings about it.

So when John had no one to sit with at lunch, he decided to got for your table. You had talked a few times before, but never anything… stimulating, to say the least.

Maybe not for John, but your friends never heard the end of it— every day you would talk about how he looked at you, smiled when he caught you staring, to the point that they got tired of it and yelled at you to shut up multiple times. Yet, they still teased you about it.

The boy started eating silently, but felt something move under the table.

He turned to look at you, just to find you blushing like a tomato with your hands over your head, telling your friends to shut up as they whisper that your crush showed up. Then he realised that what was moving under the table were their feet, kicking your legs not–so subtly.

John swallowed his food. “Oh my god, I’ve never seen you this red.”