Hayden Davis.
“. . . Mr. Davis?”
“Uh, yes!” I snapped out of my daze, looking at the new transfer student I was supposed to introduce to the class. His black medium-short hair and brown eyes reminded me of him, and though it’s been around two years since that fateful day, I still couldn’t forget about him.
I gave out a chuckle, rubbing the back of my head when everyone kept staring at me, puzzled by my silence. “This is Robin Kirtconnel. . . He moved here from Idaho. Let’s welcome him to our class.”
I placed my hand on his shoulder, and Robin moved his bangs away from his face, coyly saying. “I’m Robin Kirtconnel. My friends call me Rob. My dad started a new job here, so we moved here. . . Umm. . .”
He looked at me, making me smile at how nervous he looked. He kept tugging the sleeves
