What’s your name?

A shy boy dreams of talking with his crush. Will he make it?

I can't remember the exact date I saw you, and I don’t think it’s important either. I was standing on the playground, watching the boys play when a flock of girls entered through the gate. I couldn't recognise a single girl from the group, so I immediately realised that it was a group of freshers. I scanned every face, and for some reason, my eyes stopped at yours. My gaze lingered on your face for a while, blurring everything around. You looked so calm and composed that one wouldn't think it was your first day at college. Your shoulder-length hair danced in the breeze as you continued to walk. I couldn't take my eyes off you until you disappeared into the classroom. Right there on the ground, I visualised you placing your bag in the first row. A few of my classmates must have noticed me prying on you, perhaps the reason why they teased me when I got into the classroom. I looked at them irritatedly, but I secretly enjoyed it.