There was this girl I met through a family friend. She was pretty, just a year younger than me, but I never really noticed her. Honestly, I found her more annoying than anything else, especially when she insisted on tagging along whenever I hung out with her brother. It was only later that I realized she had a crush on me—a fact that seemed obvious to everyone but me. I tried to be kind, but I didn’t want much to do with her. She was quiet, unremarkable, and lacked any real presence.