This boy. When I first saw him, I knew. I knew that I would somehow mess up. He smelled like lavender, which was an unusual scent for a man but still nice. I reached out my hand, thinking, Be calm Lance. Be. Calm. I said to him, "The name's Lance. You are?" 

The boy shook my hand and said "Hi. I'm Keith." Very unexpectedly, he tore away from me and ran down the hall. I was left confused, and so I peered down the hall. 

"Okay..." I mumbled. Then I buried my face in my hands and giggled. "He's so cute!" I whispered. Then his mother stomped down the hallway, and I had to compose myself again. She pounded on the door. 

"Keith!" he opened the door. "Keith, get in the kitchen and apologize right now." He walked down the hall and I bolted back to the kitchen. 

He walked in and I said, "Hey, are you okay?" 

Keith breathed in very deeply and looked at his feet. "I'm sorry for running." he said quietly. I closed my eyes tightly and said, 

"No, it's alright." I looked out the window, away from Keith, and said, "I get nervous around pretty boys too." 

He looked so scared. "Wait, what?"

I smiled and said, "You heard me." I looked back at him. "Now let's get some food, pretty boy."