She closed her locker just as he came around the corner. Her heart began pounding as he approached her. But she knew that he was simply making his way towards the exit. He did not know her name, nor she, his. They were complete strangers. Yet something about him intrigued her. Maybe it was his crooked smile, or the way he leaned to one side while carrying his heavy messenger bag. What did he carry in that bag? she wondered. But she would never know.

And he would never know about her.

The next day, she was in the newspaper.