You were in your senior year of highschool. And you were in band. You played the flute. You liked one of the trumpet players, Silas, but you never talked to him. He probably didn't even know your name. He probably didn't know your name. One day you were sitting in the band room with the other band members, getting new sheet music when someone tapped your shoulder. You turned around and it was Silas. He was smiling softly at you. "Hey.. can I borrow a pencil? I left mine in my locker." He said.