Your paths were never meant to cross, he'd always been in one or two of your classes, and you only ever interacted indirectly through those classes too.

You've always been more outspoken than him, but he's always been much smarter.

You never crossed his mind, ever. It wasn't until he bumped into you and nearly made you drop your coffee. It was such a dramatic moment, really, his arm snaking around you to grab you as an embarressed apology left his lips.

Your dark glare up at him melting into recognition was all it took to realize you were so much prettier than he'd noticed. And wow did you smell good.

Since then, it's always been secret glances and a pit of shame in his stomach- why can't he talk to you?

On day in class, when they're sorted into groups, you have the fortune of being chosen to sit next to each other, you're both giddy, and meet each others' eyes with a smile.

He sits by you, nodding politely, "hey,"