magical breeze that lifted his shirt collar, no inexplicable tug in my chest like the book

die were fraying at the ends, and his shoelaces were uneven. His hair-unruly and too long for someone who clearly didn't care about appearances-fell over his fo

yet-I noticed him. In that quiet way you notice s

mistry, never spoke unless asked, and always had ink smudged on his left hand.

before I hea

to use umbrellas. I'd left my notebook in the science lab, and while the hal