He's the reason hurricanes are named after people

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My heart was racing, my stomach had butterflies, and I felt flustered. I tried to answer number 32 but all my hand produced was jumbles of letters that made no sense. The only thing that made sense at that exact moment was him. The way he smiled, the way his hair fell perfectly on his forehead, the way he laughed at a joke that wasn't even funny. I snapped out of my day dreams when I head the chair across from me being pushed out. I watched the way he walked to the table to set his test down and came back. I had quickly finished mine and got up before he sat down. I couldn't even look at him. How could this happen?