“The first time I saw you,” he kept his voice soft. “I mean, really saw you, we were in eighth grade. They were having an award assembly for some basketball thing, I don't even remember. You were in the front row, and while everyone was clapping and cheering, you were drawing in a notebook. Then when it was my turn and they said my name, you looked up. First time in the whole assembly. You looked up and stared right at me.”
