Under dim lights, scattered haze, and cold moonlight, he raised his eyes to see her.
The brush in his hand circled the paper, sketching out her fleeting profile.
When she passed his sight again, he was unprepared to begin an unknown secret love.
"Actually, I met you that summer."
"I know, it's the summer of 2021..."
"No, 2020."
Duplicitous art student male high school student x proud social fear of academic dominance
Intention: love