During computer class, the guy I always found adorable ever since the first day of class was logging in Facebook. He was apparently finding embarrassing pictures of my classmates to share in our section’s group (because apparently, that is what mature sixteen-year olds of my school do: taunt everyone of their pictures back in the awkward puberty stage) when he saw this picture.

It apparently reached his news feed (I don’t know why) so he turned around and asked, “Do you really like the way you look here?”

Not knowing what to reply, I just shrugged and replied with a “Why?”

“Nothing much,” he said without batting an eyelash. “I just like you the way you are, that’s all.”