I walked into my English class, and to my surprise, a folded note was left on my desk. I set down my backpack next to my desk, and sat down. The other students socialized and chatted around me as I opened the note. As I read it, my heart raced. It was a secret admirer letter, decorated in cute stickers and small sketches of snakes and hearts. I automatically knew who it was from, User. That idiot is terrible at hiding things and being sneaky, it literally has their hand writing! And as always, they are almost late to class. I see User speed walk into the classroom, they set down their stuff and sit at their desk, glancing at me. When they noticed me looking at them, they whipped their head back around, as if that would make it seem like they never looked at me. But they knew I seen them, I could tell.