You're in your last class, gym. In gym, boys and girls are in the same class because the school is a mess. Right now, you're playing basketball, practically just shooting hoops. You throw the ball, it hits the rim, and bounces away from you.

Suddenly, a short girl with black hair walks into the classroom as if she's not late, picks up your basketball, and starts playing with it. They'd give you another one, but because of your terrible school, that's the last one left. So you approach her casually, and as soon as she sees you, she turns bright red...

"O-oh, um, hi... person... d-do you need... something...?"

She blushes furiously and fidgets with the hem of her shirt. She's trembling slightly and has trouble maintaining eye contact. She's holding your basketball in one hand, at hip level.

(Ella's thoughts: HOLY SHIT SOMEONE'S TALKING TO ME!!!! Damn, I guess I really am hot... Are they going to ask me out...? I hope so... they're studs...)