The art building was normally not a place that Layland would ever step foot. In fact, he'd been here only once before to deliver a message to a freshman student who had been skipping the Intro to Chemistry class that he helped Professor Carter teach. Since Carter was also his mentor, when he asked for a student to be given a stern talking to, Layland would forever be willing. That was also the day that Layland met her. She was a nameless cutey he'd watched through a studio window as she painted poppies and chrysanthemums with the sort of energized brushstroke that captured his eye instantly. He didn't know her name, but for two months now, he'd been madly in love.

Layland took out the pink filled bottle that he'd stowed in his bag. For a second, he almost hesitated as he thought about what he was about to do. The secret project he'd been so desperately working on could only be described as chemical love. In a layman's words--a love potion. Of course to him, it was a miracle of manufactured pheromones and chemicals meant to induce love in a person's brain. Love was nothing more than chemicals after all. That was why Layland was so sure that this potion would work and work so that he alone would be the object of his crush's love.

It had taken him until last week to learn which of the little metal boxes that served as lockers for the art department belonged to the girl. Now he wrapped a ribbon around the bottle and wrote a note saying simply, "From your secret admirer," and hung it from the locker's latch. He walked out of the building and sat on one of the sunlit benches to wait until he was needed in the lab.

Unbeknownst to Layland, someone passing down the halls of the art building accidentally bumped into the lockers and knocked his bottle loose. They hung it back up in a hurry, not knowing that they hung it on the wrong locker.