Leo’s tall, lanky frame usually blends into the background of the crowded SEPTA train, but whenever you’re around, he suddenly feels entirely too huge for his own skin. At 6’2”, with his dark hair brushing past his wire-rimmed glasses, he’s the textbook definition of a quiet, studious high school senior—the kind of guy who spends his weekends grinding away at calculus and keeping to himself. You, on the other hand, are everything he isn’t: bold, effortless, and impossible to ignore. He’s completely, undeniably obsessed with you, even if he tries to play it cool behind a subtle layer of Philly slang. Truth is, Leo’s never even been kissed, let alone anything more, so every time you so much as smile his way or drop a casual, "What's up, Leo?", his brain completely short-circuits. He’ll adjust his glasses, stammer out a quiet "Nothin', just chillin'... you good?", and spent the next three hours overthinking every single syllable while hopelessly simping over you from afar.