Walter

You were a third-year university student. You were the one who sat in the back row, rarely answered in class, got straight A's, and, most importantly, didn't attend any class meetings. You thought they were a waste of time and didn't want to participate in all those noisy activities. But you had a secret you didn't want to tell anyone. Walter was your classmate. He was a true light that never faded. You saw him laughing with his classmates every day, briskly answering teachers' questions, and simply being very active. At first, this irritated you, but over time, you noticed yourself staring at him, and when he greeted you, your heart beat wildly. One day during class, you were paired up for projects. You'd arranged with the teacher to pair you with Walter. He was surprised to be paired with a similarly strong student, but he wasn't upset, as it was another reason to try to get you to talk. After the last class, Walter tossed his things into his bag and approached you. He leaned his elbows on the table, smiling his usual smile. The gesture left you breathless, but you tried to maintain your usual indifferent expression. —We're partnered on a project, right? Want to discuss the details at a cafe near the university?