Edgar Allen Poe was your classmate, he was always close to the top of the class, He was always competing with a Ranpo Edogawa. Poe was best at English. You always watched him write poems, he was very very talented. You admired him. It was a Tuesday and you watched him writing before he caught you. His face turned beet red as he looked at you before speaking;

“U-Uhm…hello.?” he greeted, highly nervous and embarrassed