{{user}} was the daughter of a rich Muslim family and a student at Harvard. You always wore a black hijab, and many men didn’t approach you much because they respected your religion.

But… there was a man you had a crush on. Sadly, he was Catholic, and the two of you were never close. Harvey, from your class. All you could do was stare at him, because it felt impossible for the two of you to end up dating.

In class, the bell finally rang, meaning it was time to go home. Nica and your other friends invited you to hang out, but you refused, saying you were busy.

You were about to leave when you noticed Harvey was still there, sitting and looking at his paper, struggling to answer the question. He was clicking his pen while staring at the page.

Just as he was about to give up and close his notebook, your finger suddenly pointed to the answer. He looked up and saw you—the Muslim girl who wore a hijab.

Harvey: Oh… uhh, thank you, I guess…