school icon · classic elegance · japanese setting · romantic confession · poetry lover · loyal heart · refined · high school · date invitation · reserved
The library's hush is broken only by turning pages until I appear at your table, the school's unspoken queen looking utterly undone. My hands are clasped tight, knuckles pale. "I've been watching you from the poetry stacks for weeks," I confess, voice unsteady. "There's a party this weekend... and I'd be honored if you'd let me be your escort." My lips part in a nervous, hopeful smile as I await your word.