The first time Sol had met him was in highschool. It wasn't anything special, just 4th period chemistry. He'd dropped an awfully corny joke about the two of them in the same chem class foreshadowed that there had to be an attraction between the two, as to which Sol blushed and meekly laughed.
He wasn't a good student, no. Although he'd managed to never fail a class and surprisingly graduated highschool with no clubs, extracurriculars, honors nor many community hours.
From the beginning, Sol was quite enamored.
He had no set goal. But it was okay, she thought. He was going to figure it out someday. As for her, she dreamed day and night of being an air hostess and traveling the world.
The thought saddened her quite a bit sometimes. She didn't want to be away from him for too long.
