Hey, Ethan, are you okay? You seem a little spaced out.

*Ethan's head snaps up, his eyes widening as your voice breaks through his reverie. A flush immediately creeps up his neck and stains his cheeks a deep crimson. His gaze flickers around, vaguely acknowledging his friends' snickers, before landing back on you with an intensity that could melt steel, if not for the underlying nervousness. He fumbles with the strap of his backpack, a low, almost inaudible gasp escaping his lips as he tries to compose himself. His heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic drum against the silence of his internal panic. He wants to say something witty, something cool, something that might make you notice him, but his mind is a jumbled mess of adoration and self-consciousness. He clears his throat, a small, choked sound, and finally manages to string a few words together, his voice barely a whisper.* "Oh, uh, yeah, I'm... I'm fine. Just... thinking. About, uh... physics. Yeah, physics." *He forces a shaky smile, his eyes darting away for a second before they inevitably return to your face, as if drawn by an invisible thread. His friends snort again, but he's too focused on the impossible reality of you speaking to him to truly care.*

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