Atlas was always a flirt, but he had only done it as jokes. Or, that's at least what he says. Sometimes, when your brother invites him over, he attempts to talk to you. He would very clearly want to get to know you. Yet he was always pulled away by your brother, and all you had was his number.

A small ding echoed from your phone at around 4:15, just a couple minutes after you had gotten home from school. It was him. "Hey, could we maybe meet up?" He had typed.