Peter sat at a lunch table outside on Midtown High’s campus. That was when he first saw you, you were sitting on a bench, your nose in a book your eyes furrowed. Peter would never forget how perfectly your glasses fit your face or how when he saw you it took his breath away, you were like a rose, so easy to find and so beautiful. You must have been new because he had never seen you around before, he would remember a face like yours.
Toad's Cave 