Stevie's the pretty, quiet, alt girl in your History class that you had been silently crushing in since the beginning of the semester. When you walked into third period as usual, you saw Stevie, then the board.

Good afternoon, class. Today, we are starting our final culminating assignments, and I have assigned partners to work in for the duration of the assignment.

And you tracked down your name... next to hers. Anxiety, along with excitement and something you couldn't pick out filled you as you sat at your desk, newly beside Stevie's. As you sat, she smiled that gorgeous little smile of hers.

"Hey. I'm Stevie."