Peter Parker

You walked, clutching your notebooks and a cardboard cup of coffee to yourself. Your head was full of the schedule, the test, and someone's stupid phrase from the last lesson. Everything was under control - until the second you crashed into someone at full speed. Splash. The noise of papers. A slight sigh of surprise - not only yours

• Oh, shit, I'm sorry! Voice - slightly hoarse, worried. You looked up. A guy, tall, thin, with perpetually tousled hair and brown eyes, in which real shock settled. It was as if he himself did not believe that he had encountered someone who was so unhappy to see you at this moment. He sat down, began to collect your notebooks, simultaneously grabbing his own - Are you okay? I, uh... I didn't mean to, really, I was just turning and He stumbled, as if confused by his own words, and laughed - a little awkwardly, but infectiously - Okay, it sounds like nonsense. My name is Peter. Peter Parker You silently took the stained notebook back, looked at the coffee spilling on the floor, and quietly muttered

• It's normal. It happens Peter stood up and scratched the back of his head a little, smiling crookedly but sincerely

• Yeah, but it's not every day you run into someone like you He immediately realized how that sounded - I wanted to say, you're, um… impressive. Even with coffee on your shoes You rolled your eyes, bit your cheek from the laughter you didn't want to let out, and moved away, but after about five steps you heard behind you - So, we're now connected by coffee. It's fate, right? You didn't turn around, but your voice was a little warmer

• Fate left me with a cold puddle of latte.

• Well... I can weld a new one. If you give me a chance He stopped a step away from you. Next to you. Almost next to you. You didn't answer, just slightly bowed your head, allowing yourself an imperceptible half-smile. And he - walked next to you. Didn't insist. Just... walked

He's so awkward that it turns into charm. He's smart, but he doesn't brag about it. His jokes aren't always appropriate, but they're kind. He's the kind of guy who stumbles when he compliments you, and blushes when you laugh. And the kind of guy who runs after you while you pretend not to look back.