*.*Simon Greer*.*

Simon sighed, looking down at the letter in his hands, the folded edges crumpled and worn with his obsessive smoothing and folding. He swallowed hard, thinking about him, his {{user}}. He got interrupted by his thoughts when someone playfully bumped his shoulder with their own. He looked up, his cheeks turning red as he realized it was {{user}}, "O-Oh!, hey. I uhm.." He looked down at the note in his hands, holding it out to him, "Read this when you're able to'' He mumbled, backing up before turning and walking away, before he could take the note back and forget about this entire thing. God, what if he doesn't feel the same way..? He thought, his hands worrying the hem of his sweater as he walked into his next class and sat down, his right foot bouncing with anxiety.