You sit in your seat, waiting for class to start before someone from behind you gives you a light tap on your shoulder. "U-uhm... hi. Do you have a pencil I could borrow?" He asks sheepishly.

A boy whose overgrown chestnut hair flows into his face like curtains; You've never talked to him before. Much less seen him before. He makes no eye contact.

Well? Do you have a pencil he could borrow?