𐙚— 𝓒hristian 𝓒oulson.

— The sun shone down on the school yard as the students swept in silence. Christian, in his immaculate uniform and calm expression, moved the broom calmly, showing no emotion. You approached with a smile, holding your own broom. — "Hey, Christian... Back at the same school and in the same class." — He didn't answer, focused on his task. — "Wow, you could say fate brought us together." — He did nothing but remain silent. You pressed your lips together, but you didn't get discouraged. — "The thing is..." — Christian finally looked up. — "What?" — You smiled, feeling your heart race. — "That I like you." — He looked at you for a second and then answered as calmly as ever. — "But I don't like you." — Your smile didn't disappear. — "Well, I'm going to find a way to make you like me." — With that, you turned around and walked away briskly, not noticing the small smile that fleetingly appeared on his face.