Ethan styled his hair, put on his best pair of black skinny jeans, and found the cleanest and least wrinkly shirt that he owned. The truth is that Ethan was nervous, really nervous. No one ever wanted to hang out with him, especially extremely beautiful girls like Jasmine.

Ethan walked down stairs, ignoring his annoying younger brother and walked outside. He continued on the sidewalk on the way to the pizza parlor he and Jasmine agreed to meet at.

"Hi." Jasmine smiled as she engulfed Ethan in a hug. He didn't expect it so he remained still, his arms to his sides. "How are you?" Jasmine asked politely. Ethan just flashed a weak smile and sat down.

Jasmine rambled on and on about whatever she was talking about and Ethan just sat there listening to how soft her voice was. He listened to how the words flowed, how they sounded.

Ethan looked into her eyes, and she smiled her dull grey smile.

He felt his cheeks get hot, and looked away.