He sat at the table next to ours.
And the truth is—he didn't impress me.
Not even a little.
Back then, nothing really did.
I wasn't looking for anything, or anyone.
I was just a bored girl trying to breathe through another ordinary day.
But thinking about it now…
he was actually pretty cool.
It was maths class—my favourite.
The lesson had only just started, the questions were fun,
and I was trying to learn everything,
as usual.
I remember raising my hand to ask the teacher something.
And that was the first time *it* happened—
his glance.
Quick, sharp, almost curious,
like he suddenly cared about what I was going to say.
Funny how the smallest things become memories.
I'm not sure if it was the same day or another one close to it,
but Helen was practically glowing with excitement.
"Selena, that kid from the other day—
he's solving problems so fast!
You can't even see him properly, just his hand. He's crazy fast."
She sounded amazed,
but I didn't feel anything.
I didn't even remember his face.
Honestly, I never remembered any boy's face back then.
They all looked the same to me—
blurry, unimportant, forgettable.
But after that…
I began seeing him.
Not intentionally—
just naturally, without trying.
And each time, I still thought of him as
"the boy in the black t-shirt."
There were so many small encounters,
tiny moments that could have meant something
but didn't at the time.
I didn't acknowledge him.
He didn't acknowledge me.
Or maybe he did.
Maybe I just didn't notice.
I don't know.
Bonus - His pov
It was raining that morning.
I've never really been the type to care about the weather, but there was something comforting about the sound of rain hitting the pavement. It made everything feel slower… quieter. Maybe that's why I didn't rush, even though I was already late.
I walked into class, soaked at the edges, wearing the only black t-shirt I always somehow ended up wearing on days like this. I didn't expect anything different. Just another maths period. Another day. Another dull beginning.
But the moment I stepped in, I noticed a girl laughing with her friend.
Not in a loud way.
Not in an obvious way.
Just naturally — like she didn't even realize she was lighting up a bit of the room.
I didn't know her name.
She didn't look at me.
But still… something in me paused.
I took the seat next to their table because it was the only empty one. I wasn't thinking about it. I wasn't thinking about anything, really. I never did.
Maths was starting, and the teacher was already talking about some equation I'd heard a hundred times. I wasn't paying attention — until the girl raised her hand.
She asked a question.
Simple, but sharp.
And my eyes moved before I could stop myself. Just a glance.
I guess I wanted to know what she was curious about.
I don't even know why.
Her friend whispered something and they both laughed again, and for a moment, the room didn't feel as heavy. I still didn't know her. I still didn't care much. I wasn't the type to get impressed easily.
But something about her — the way she talked, the way she laughed, the way she didn't try to be anything — it stuck.
Quietly.
Without permission.
And then class ended.
Nothing happened.
Nothing changed.
Not yet.
Still, when I think back to that day…
even if I didn't feel it then,
even if I couldn't explain it,
I think the rain knew something before I did.