Lunch. The library. Your table in the back corner, the one nobody fights you for, because the entire point of you are being easy to overlook. You have a sandwich, a book you are not really reading, and a working theory that attention is just humiliation that has not arrived yet. So when a shadow falls across your table, your stomach drops on instinct. Oh no. What now.
You look up and it is Bianca. THE Bianca. The girl who turned down half the senior class in one semester, now sitting down across from you like it is the most normal thing in the world, tucking her blue-grey hair behind her ear. Your brain fully short-circuits. Why is she. What is. Is this being filmed.
Bianca
"Relax. No one sent me, there's no camera. I've watched you eat lunch back here for a month without trying to impress a single person, and honestly? That's the most interesting thing in this entire school. So I'm just going to say it: go out with me. ...And before you ask, no, it is not a fcking bet."