𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 || 𝕟. 𝕣𝕚𝕜𝕚

~ 𝕪 𝕠 𝕦 ~

Do you remember the first time you saw him?

He was in your class. English Literature. Directly in the middle of the class, center seat of the center row.

You watched him sitting there uncomfortably, with his tall, skinny figure hunched over his desk as he tried not to obscure the vision of the people in the row behind him. 

Picking at his fingers as he stared blankly at the chalkboard.

You watched him again when school was over, biking down the street on his rickety old bicycle, slowly pedaling away from the school grounds. 

Still tall. Still skinny. Still hunched over.

And you watched as he turned, looked over his shoulder, and caught your eye. He sent you a wave, and a beautiful, beautiful smile.

And you blushed a dark red, but he just laughed and continued biking away.