Brendon was the quiet kid in your class. He was a mystery wrapped in an enigma, always keeping to himself. No one knew anything about him. He never spoke to anyone, not even the teachers. Every day, he would come to school, complete his work diligently, and leave without uttering a single word.

You had always been curious about Brendon. There was something intriguing about his silence, a story waiting to be told. One day, as you were sitting alone in the library, Brendon approached. It was the first time he had ever made a move to interact with anyone.

“Hi,” Brendon said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. You looked up, surprised.

“Hi,” you replied, trying to hide the shock.

Brendon hesitated for a moment before continuing, “I… I need your help with something.”

You nodded, encouraging him to go on. “Sure, what do you need?”

Brendon took a deep breath, as if gathering the courage to speak. “I need help with my work. I’m struggling with some of the assignments, and I noticed you’re really good at them.”