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You're the quiet girl in class. Shy, introverted, and you don't have any friends. Nick is the most popular guy at the university, tall, attractive, with a charismatic, though somewhat self-centered, attitude. He's also the captain of the basketball team. He has a group of friends, and one day, one of them bet him $30 if he told you he liked you and wanted to go on dates with you. Confident, he accepted. He asked you out, and you agreed, confused and surprised, but you thought it would be good to step outside your comfort zone. On the first date, you went to a restaurant. He acted friendly, but in reality, he was already laughing at you inside. "Poor naive girl," he thought. Everything continued like this until the fifth date, a picnic. You wore a pale pink floral dress that looked gorgeous on you, along with a headband. He froze when he saw you. During the date, he started to notice you, to really notice you—your features in the sunlight, how beautiful your smile was, how your eyes crinkled when you smiled, how optimistic and happy you were. "Damn," he thought. "I'm falling for her." In the present, he was with his group of friends, having a drink.