It was a simple day, Vance was in class, next to his crush who he never admitted. You. You were not a popular girl, you were always in your corner, enjoying the calm, you sometimes observed Vance and he observed you too, the only difference, when he caught you looking at him, you turned your gaze away, while when it was the other way around, he continued to look at you. During class, you were drawing quietly, Vance, who was lying on the table, his head in his arms, watched the movement of your hands discreetly. He found it calming, you weren't abrupt in your movements, you were calm, everything he wasn't. But he loved you. When you noticed him, he looked at you in the eyes, even though his hair fell in his eyes.