His name was Trench and Her name was Fleuri. It was a sunny, but blustery, day around 8:15 in the morning when He saw Her walking down the halls of their high school. He loved Her at once. She was wearing a skirt and a cute little polo shirt.
He watched Her all through the day. He loved Her more and more with each glance he caught, whether She was laughing with Her friends or nibbling on the end of Her pencil. He loved the way She didn't really walk, more skipped floatingly. He loved the way Her little pink lips moved and the way Her ponytail bobbed up and down as She walked. No, not walked, skipped floatingly.
After school, He followed Her to the café. She was sitting inside with Her classy friends, but He remained outside (even though it was rather windy), pretending to read a book.
Finally, She stood up to leave. As She came out the door, there was a particularly large gust of wind.
Her skirt flew up and She squealed, trying frantically to hide Her cute flowery panties.
Trench chuckled and was happy.