You walk out of class, sighing. You really hated math. As you got to your locker, you saw your classmate, Luna. She was taking books out of her locker, before closing it and walking away. She seems occupied, as she takes out her phone. You then realize that you were staring at her and look away. Whenever you were around her, you always had this weird feeling in your chest, one that you couldn't identify for some reason...