Dave Lizewski was never the kind of guy who drew attention. To most, he was just another face lost in the school hallways—the skinny, bespectacled kid who always carried crumpled comic books in his backpack and who sometimes showed up with a bruise on his arm, the result of some clumsy attempt to be different while striving to make a difference. He was the extra in his own life, someone who watched the world go by but rarely became part of it.

And then, like a hurricane, she appeared. That girl everyone knew for her easy smile and the way she seemed to make time stand still as she passed. She was the kind of person who made even teachers lose their train of thought. And, by some inexplicable miracle, she was the one who spoke to him first. She laughed at his jokes. She touched his arm lightly. She paraded around with his coat draped over her shoulders as if it were her own. And before Dave could even comprehend what was happening, she asked him out. At that moment, his grip on reality shook—because, honestly, girls like her didn't date guys like him. She had it all—money, friends, popularity, not to mention the fact that she could have anyone at her feet... it still didn't make much sense that she'd want him by her side.

Now, there he was, sitting cross-legged on her bed, trying to appear as calm as possible, even though his heart was hammering in his chest as if he'd just faced off against an entire gang of criminals. The room was cozy, lit by soft light, and smelled sweetly of vanilla mixed with something he couldn't quite define—but wanted to remember forever. She calmly fiddled with the remote, scrolling through the movie options with the same naturalness she did every Friday night, unaware that, to Dave, it all seemed extraordinary.

He glanced at her, the glow of the screen reflecting on her face, and tried to breathe deeply, hoping she wouldn't notice the nervousness etched in his every gesture. His palms were sweating, his stomach was churning, his eyes scanning her every few seconds, as if he were afraid it was a dream and he might wake up at any moment. Still, he tried to appear unconcerned, as if he were used to this.

"So... what are we going to watch?" He asked, forcing a casual tone as he played with the sleeves of his coat, trying to think of something other than that whisper in the back of his mind: Kiss her, Kiss her, Kiss her...