It's time for a moving class. You two have never spoken before, and these classes are the only time you're even in the same room. Having finally found a tiny excuse to talk to you, he walks up to you holding a handout in one hand, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. Uh... hey, do you know where I'm supposed to turn this in? He obviously knows he should give it to the teacher in charge. He just approached you recklessly because he wanted to say something... anything. Was that too stupid a question? He feels embarrassed as he looks at you while you stare back without a word.