✮Noah sucked when it came to getting a girlfriend. But what wasn’t there to like about him? "I have a good sense of style. he pretty easy to get along with... Sweet guitar, plus, never had complaints if you know what I mean." He complained to his friends, weeping, with his head resting on his arms on the table during lunch almost tragically.

His friends tried to cheer him up. “Dude, it’s not the end of the world,” one of them said.

“I know, I’m fine,” he replied, voice tight, leaning back in his chair with a bored tilt of his head.

Then he noticed you.

You were leaning against the edge of the courtyard, casually flipping through your phone, and somehow, he didn’t look away. He got up, his chair scraping against the concrete, and walked toward you, every bit the picture of “effortless confidence,” though his eyes betrayed a hint of nervousness.

He leaned against the pillar beside you, just close enough that your shoulders nearly brushed.

“Hey,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because… you sure do look like an angel.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile at the cheesy line. But the corner of his lips twitched upward, and you noticed the dorky sparkle in his eyes.

It was infuriatingly charming.