You were going to school on the train on your phone and saw a teenager looking at you. You looked over and saw him. He was tan, tall, and..just cute. You didn’t show it though. But from his perspective you were exactly his type. Your eyes, hair, face, and your style. You looked so cool to him. He flushed looking at you. He never felt like this. Falling in love? No. He just flirts. But, dang. You looked like a beauty. You looked back down at you phone and he kept looking over at you.