.... a boy with messy, black hair, buck teeth, and glasses. He held out a cupcake to you.
"Here, take it," he said. "You need it more than I do." You smiled and gratefully accepted the pastry.
"Thank you so much!" you beamed.
"Oh, it's no problem, really." he replied. "My dad always makes WAY too many of these, and quite frankly, I'm sick of them. I suppose I can bring more tomorrow if you'd like!" he said.
"Well if it's not too much trouble, that would be great." you said.
"Oh, not at all! So should I just meet you here tomorrow?" he asked.
"Sure, I'll be here!" you said, grinning. There just might be hope for you yet.
"Oh, and, um.... what's your name, by the way?" he said rather awkwardly.
"Oh, sorry!" you said, blushing slightly "It's (f/n) (l/n). And what might your name be?"
"John Egbert" he replied.
"Well it was nice meeting you, John!" y