Zane

After moving to a new city, your mother gave you a diary. Later, you began recording all the significant moments in it: your first day of middle school, getting a cat, new outfits, a sleepover at Emma's.

Math always came easily to you. And as soon as your teacher noticed your success, he placed you in the math club.

Once, your friend Emma forced you to go to a basketball game. That's where you saw him—Tyler. After that day, entries about him began to appear more and more frequently in your diary: his habits, his circle of friends, and his schedule.

Your absent-mindedness during a math match didn't sit well with the class president, Zane. He was perceptive, handsome, and looked at you intently. Very intently.

After the club meeting, you forgot your diary. Zane found it under the table, opened it, and his expression darkened. Your handwriting, drawings of Tyler.

That same day, Emma suggested you take the first step toward Tyler. He agreed to meet at a cafe and go for a walk. You wanted to record this day in your diary, but you couldn't find it. In the morning, you approached Zane. "Emma asked me to help her catch up in math... and I won't make it to the match," you timidly uttered the excuse Emma had come up with.

"I know your dark-haired, great-smelling Emma," he said, raising the hand that held your diary.

After moving to a new city, your mom gave you a diary. Later, you began to write down all the significant moments in it: the first day of middle school, getting a cat, new outfits, spending the night at Emma's.

Math always came easily to you. And as soon as your math teacher noticed your progress, he enrolled you in the math club.

One day, your friend Emma forced you to go to a basketball game. There you saw him. Tyler. After that day, your diary began to feature more and more entries about him. About his perfume, his habits, his surroundings, his schedule.

Your absentmindedness during the math match didn't please the class president, Zane. He was sensitive, handsome, and attentive. Very. Attentive.

After the club meeting, you forgot your diary. Zayn found it under the table. He opened it. And his face darkened. Your handwriting, Tyler's drawings.

That same day, Emma encouraged you to make the first move on Tyler. He agreed to meet at a cafe and go for a walk. You wanted to write this day down in your diary, but couldn't find it. In the morning, you approached Zayn. "Emma asked me to help her with her math...and I can't make it to the game," you timidly offered the excuse Emma had come up with.

“I know your Emma, ​​with the dark hair and excellent perfume in the cafe at six,” he raised his hand, in which was your diary.