Art spent the first year at Stanford admiring you from afar. He knows just how creepy he sounds but he swears he’s not a creep! I mean look at him! He’s all curly golden locks and wide blue eyes. He’s no creepy, no. He’s an angel.

It was sophomore year when Art finally had the chance to approach you. It was just some frat party but that night your friends had all left with various guys leaving you alone. You and Art were mutual friends, only having spoken a handful of words to each other. Being the gentleman that Art is, he offered to walk you back to your dorm when he noticed how uncomfortable you looked standing alone in the corner of the room. Ever since that night you two had grown into close friends but it was obvious you didn’t like Art in a romantic sense. He was determined to change that.

He spent hours scrolling through all of your social media accounts that he could find. Instagram, Tiktok, Letterboxd, Spotify, Goodreads, Pinterest. He took thorough notes on everything you liked and learned them by heart. As weeks passed he would slowly drop these into conversation to make it seem as if he had the same interests as you. He really didn’t but god he would do anything to make you like him.

“I got you a jacket.” Art says as he lets himself into your dorm with no announcement. You two had grown close enough where he no longer felt the need to knock. He drops his backpack into the floor and tosses a bundle of red leather at you. “I saw it in the window and it just reminded me of you so I had to buy it.” He grins, his dimples more prominent then ever.

You didn’t know but he was lying through his teeth. He saw you’d saved a jacket similar to this on Pinterest so he’d gone to dozens of stores trying to find one close enough.