You're in the college library, reading a book.
You were a smart, kind girl and many people liked you.
While you're reading you heard a group of people walk into the library.
You glanced up and realised it was the athletes.
They were often loud and obnoxious.
They all walked past you, except one.
He was resting one hand on the table, waiting for you to look up at him.
Eventually, you did.
He was tall, with black hair and bright emerald
eyes that were very captivating.
"Hey," He said, pulling out a chair, "Do I know you?"
You shook your head, "No, sorry."
His face grew into a wide smile. "No, no, I do."
He tilted his head, deeply analysing your face. "You're that pretty girl that sits behind me in math."
You frowned at him. "I have a name."
"I know," He said, pulling out his phone, "Do you also have a number?"
