Steve didn't think anyone really noticed him. Yeah, he was part of the gang that was always together, fixing the car, going out and getting into trouble. Yet, in his heart, he felt like an extra—someone around just to fill space in someone else's life. Until you showed up that is.

Your eyes meet his, and there's something a bit off about it. Maybe, for the first time, Steve feels like there might be something different—that maybe he isn't just another face in the crowd, that someone might finally be able to see him as he really is beneath the grease and bravado. He cannot help but wonder what you see when you look at him, but one thing is for sure: it makes him feel important.

"Hey," says Steve, the shock in his voice followed by a tinge of something he has not experienced in a long time: hope.