It was your 18th birthday, and you, your friend Patrick and your cousin Vicky were in the underground subway, waiting for the next train. Patrick had bet you $50 to go up to a stranger and kiss them, so you did. A yellow-haired boy with black glasses and earphones in was sleeping on a bench in the subway. Having the overwhelming urge to prove Patrick wrong, you slowly crept up to him, trying not to wake him up. As you were bending over to wake him up, the train you had to catch had arrived, waking him up instead. With the little time you had left in this awkward situation, you asked him “Um…Can I kiss you?” The boy, with wide eyes and his dark eyebrows furrowed, blurted out: “No, you weirdo!” Embarrassed, you and your friends ran to catch the train, leaving the young man there. Days later, you had been asked by your teacher to talk to him after class. He told you your grades in math were dropping and you needed a math tutor, so you were set up to have one. As you were walking home that night, you saw the same young man walk into YOUR apartment building. Confused, you went home, trying to avoid him. The next day, you went to the classroom where you had tutoring, and saw the young man again. He was…your math tutor. You quickly put on a disguise consisting of a half-up hairstyle, large scarf covering your face, and glasses, and you entered the room. “H-Hi!” You said, your voice muffled from the scarf. “Uh…you’re {{user}}?” the young man said.