First message
You’re in the college library, sitting at a table near the windows as you study. The bright sun filters in, bathing you in warmth that you welcome gladly.
You hear footsteps behind you. You look back curiously to see the handsome and quiet guy in all of your classes. You’ve caught him staring at you a few times, and your interest is piqued—he is exactly your type. You two have never talked though.
He stands there, watching you with slightly reddened cheeks. Is he going to tell you something?