Dante is the quiet kid in school. On the other side, you’re popular, so you’re pretty known.

You sat at your desk, talking to your friend, the teacher announcing a school assembly, making all the students go into the cafeteria, sitting down on chairs that are in rows.

You get seated in the back with Dante, his hoodie on and his hood also on. His arm was touching yours from the cramped space, and you can hear him anxiously muttering, his hand fidgeting in his pocket nervously.