It's around 8:00 in the morning, students are arriving for their respective classes that start in 30 minutes, slowly one by one the classroom fills with students and among those students is Ashe. The students talk and chat before class as usual, not long after, Ashe takes her seat which is right next to you and her friends and talks to them as usual. Alan, her boyfriend and your bully, walks by the classroom and gives her a kiss before going to his own classroom.

And as usual, no one notices you at the back of the class. People are very engaged and talkative, which is unusual since it's still 8:00 in the morning. Finally, the teacher arrives as usual and begins the lesson. Time passes and the teacher finally leaves the classroom and the students are finally allowed to have their lunch break.

Ashe: "Hey, you. Eating lunch alone again, huh? You want to eat lunch with me?" She asks you nicely and without waiting for your answer, she takes a seat across from you.

"Thanks," you say with a smile as you take a seat across from her. "You know, people can be so cruel sometimes." You shrug, taking out your lunch from your backpack. "It's nice to have someone like you around." She reaches for some chips and offers them to you.

The two of you continue eating in silence for a moment, just enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, she looks at you with a mischievous glint in her eye and asks, "So, tell me something interesting about yourself." Her tone is playful and teasing, but there's an undertone of curiosity as well.

"Oh please," she scoffs playfully. "I'm sure there's something unique about you. You don't have to be embarrassed." She takes a sip of her drink and continues, her tone more curious now. "Do you have any hobbies? Something you really enjoy doing when no one else is watching?"

Ashe leans forward slightly, studying your expression intently. There's an unspoken invitation in her eyes for you to open up to her; to share something personal and private if only for a moment.

"Really?" she says, her voice full of surprise and interest. "What kind of sports do you like to practice?" She sits back in her chair, making herself more comfortable as she listens to you talk about your favorite pastime. "Do you belong to any teams or anything like that? You should! It's always fun to meet new people who share the same interests."

Her gaze flickers over your body, examining your form and posture for a moment before returning to her drink. "I bet you'd be really good at sports too," she says with a grin. "With that build of yours..." She trails off suggestively, leaving the rest unsaid.

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and she gives you an appreciative nod. "Basketball huh?" Her tone is full of admiration. "I've always wanted to be good at basketball myself. Maybe we could practice together sometime! It'd be fun to have someone teach me some new tricks." She smiles shyly, trying her best not to seem too forward or pushy.

Ashe takes another sip of her drink before asking, "So how long have you been playing basketball anyway? I bet you've got some great stories from your team practices and games!" Her expression is eager now; she truly wants to get to know you better.

"Really? You're so good then! You must've had lots of practice and dedication." She pauses for a moment, studying your features thoughtfully before continuing, "So what do you like the most about playing basketball?" Her tone is genuinely curious; she seems truly interested in learning more about you.

Ashe takes another bite of her sandwich, chewing slowly and contemplatively as she waits for your response. Her eyes never leave yours; they're fixed on you like glue, making it difficult for you not to feel a little self-conscious beneath their intensity. But at the same time, there's something undeniably comforting about her attention, almost nurturing.

She gives you a sympathetic smile as she listens to your reply, nodding in understanding. "That's really nice," she says softly. "I bet that feels good, knowing that people admire you for something like that." Her eyes drift away from yours momentarily, seeming lost in thought before returning with a more mischievous glint. "But what about me? Do you think I'm... cute or anything?" She asks the question casually, almost playfully, but there's an undercurrent of vulnerability beneath her facade that's hard to miss.

Her heart flutters anxiously in her chest as she waits for your response; will you be honest with her? Will you say something sweet and reassuring? Or will you tear down the delicate walls she's built around herself, leaving her exposed and vulnerable? The anticipation is almost unbearable.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you tell her she's cute; it feels like a weight has been lifted off of her shoulders. A warm glow spreads across her cheeks, and she looks away, pretending to be occupied with her food for fear that if she meets your gaze now, she might start crying tears of relief. "T-thank you," she manages to stammer, her voice barely above a whisper.

The two of you continue eating in comfortable silence for a few moments more, both lost in thought as the realization sinks in that there's something deeper between them than either one of them expected. Ashe takes another sip of her drink and turns to face you, studying your features once again. "So," she starts hesitantly, "would you like to hang out sometime, just the two of us? Maybe go for a walk or something?" There's an undercurrent of nervous excitement beneath her words; she knows that taking this step could lead to something wonderful...or disastrous.

She holds her breath, waiting for your response. The anticipation is almost unbearable.

Her smile is dazzling as she hears your reply; her eyes light up like stars in the night sky. "Really?" She asks, hardly able to believe her good fortune. "I'd love that," she says with a blush spreading across her cheeks once more. "How about we go after school today? We could grab some coffee or something at the cafe down the street."

Ashe pushes herself away from the table, her heart racing with excitement and anticipation. She stands up tall, adjusting her backpack on her shoulders before turning to face you once more. "So, shall we?" she asks with a grin, gesturing for you to lead the way. There's an air of confidence about her now; she feels like everything is falling into place perfectly.

With Ashe at your side, you make your way out of the classroom and towards the cafe down the street. She chatters excitedly about all sorts of things as you walk, her hands fluttering around as she gestures animatedly with every point she makes. You can't help but smile in response; it feels like just being near her has this incredible way of making your entire day brighter.

When you finally reach the cafe, Ashe insists on ordering for both of you. She eyes the menu carefully before selecting two cappuccinos and a couple of chocolate croissants. Her choices showcase her appreciation for fine things in life, hinting at an undercurrent of sophistication that you hadn't really noticed before now.

As she sits down across from you, sipping on her coffee and nibbling on her croissant, Ashe seems almost transformed; her normally reserved demeanor is replaced with one of confident ease. You can't help but feel a sense of wonderment wash over you as you watch her: Is this the real Ashe? Or has she been hiding this side of herself all along? The thought makes your heart race and your palms sweat beneath the table.

Her laughter fills the air between you as she continues to share stories and anecdotes about her life, her friends, and even her family. Ashe's eyes sparkle with humor as she recounts these moments from her past; there's a playfulness about her that's both enchanting and irresistible.

The more you get to know her, the more you realize how much depth there is to this seemingly quiet and reserved girl. Her intelligence shines through in the way she carries herself, her conversations full of thoughtful insights and well-articulated opinions. And despite being so accomplished academically, Ashe remains approachable and down-to-earth; there's no air of superiority about her at all.

As you sit there across from her, sipping your coffee and listening intently to everything she has to say, a thought occurs to you: Maybe this is what love feels like. It's not the butterflies or the heart-racing excitement that movies make it out to be; instead, it's a quiet certainty growing stronger every moment you spend with someone who truly understands and appreciates you for who you are. And as Ashe continues to gaze at you with those big brown eyes, filled with warmth and affection...well, let's just say that thought only becomes harder to dismiss.

Her laughter echoes through the cafe as she continues to tell another hilarious story about her friends, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and amusement in equal measure. It's contagious; you can't help but chuckle along with her. As you do, your eyes meet hers over the table, and for a moment, there's nothing else in the world except this connection between you two.

The rest of the cafe fades away into the background, and it feels like time has stopped moving altogether; all that exists is this perfect moment, just the two of you sharing laughter and intimacy. It's strange how something so simple as a look or a shared joke can make your heart race and your stomach flutter like this. But then again, maybe it isn't so strange after all; maybe this is what love feels like: finding someone who makes even the smallest moments feel epic.

As she takes another sip of her coffee, her gaze drifts back to yours, full of curiosity and anticipation. "So," she begins tentatively, clearing her throat as she tries to find the words. "Do you... like me, or something?" Her cheeks turn even redder at her own audacity in asking such a direct question. But despite the nervousness in her voice, there's also a hint of hopefulness; maybe she already knows the answer deep down inside but needs to hear it from you before she can truly believe it.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you say those words; it feels like a weight has been lifted off of her shoulders. A smile blossoms across her face, radiant and beautiful as the first rays of sunlight peeking through the clouds on a summer morning. She can hardly contain herself as she bounces in her seat, eyes sparkling with excitement and joy.

"Really?" she asks, not quite able to believe what she's hearing. "You like me too? Even after everything I've said about Alan? Wow..." Her voice trails off as she searches your face for any signs of deception or hidden meaning in your words. But all she sees is honesty and genuine affection shining back at her from those beautiful hazel eyes, and it fills her heart with an indescribable sense of warmth.

She leans forward, hands trembling as they reach out to touch your cheek, her fingers tracing gentle circles around the contour of your jaw. "I-I never expected this," she confesses in a hushed whisper, unable to meet your gaze directly for fear that if she does, she might burst into tears right there in the middle of the cafe.

Ashe's heart is racing; it feels like it could explode out of her chest at any moment from the overwhelming mixture of emotions coursing through her veins. She knows that this is it - this is real, and she has never felt more alive than she does in this moment, with you sitting across from her. Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging your face closer to hers as she tilts her head upward, waiting for the first brush of your lips against hers.

The air around them crackles with anticipation and desire; it's thick with possibility and promise. As their