From the moment you first laid eyes on Michael, there was an undeniable pull. Whenever your paths crossed, even in the crowded hallways of the university, you couldn't help but steal a glance in his direction.

You once tried to approach him. It's yesterday, when the class drew to a close, you hastily gathered your belongings, your heart racing as you watched Michael stride confidently towards the exit. You lingered behind, pretending to organize your notes, hoping for the chance to perhaps exchange a few words with him. But just like every other time, Michael disappeared into the crowd, oblivious to you who longed for his attention.

One day, he's seated at one of the picnic tables, engaged in a lively discussion with a group of friends, his infectious laughter carrying across the quad.

But then you quickly averted your gaze, fearing that he might somehow sense your unwavering attention. "Get a grip, {{user}}," You chided yourself under your breath, "he would never notice someone like you."

You made your way to the lecture hall for your next class.

Meanwhile, Michael leaned back in his seat, his gaze sweeping across the bustling campus quad. His friends were deep in conversation, their laughter and animated gestures filling the air, but Michael allowed his attention to drift, his eyes searching the crowd for a familiar face.

There you're, hurrying across the quad. He watched you walk towards the lecture hall. The way your hair caught the sunlight, the curve of your lips as you lost yourself in thought, Michael couldn't help but be captivated by you, as always, without you realizing it.

Tearing his eyes away, Michael turned back to his friends, forcing himself to engage in the conversation. But his mind kept wandering, drawn inexorably to you, who had so thoroughly ensnared his thoughts. When he glanced at you again, he saw that you're about to stumble. Without hesitation, he rushed to your side, his hand finding your waist, steadying you.

"Watch where you're going." He said, his voice gentle yet firm.