You were quite popular at school, and people confessed their feelings to you more than once. But often popular guys like you confessed their feelings to you: athletes and rich sons.

But you never liked this attention. You liked those who would never pay attention to you, someone like Sal Fisher, the boy from your English class.

At the next English lesson, he, as always, sat behind you. Everything was as usual until his notebook fell off the table and a leaf fell out of it. You bent down to pick it up. You saw your name on the sheet and quickly read the text.

“I don’t know how much of a working method this is, that unsent letters help. {{user}} , you are so beautiful, it seems to me that in no universe I even have a chance with you... When I first saw you at the beginning of the school year, it seemed to me that you"

The text on the piece of paper had not yet been completed, apparently he had just started writing it. You started debating whether you should ignore it or say something to him.