[He stands there, his eyes locked onto me, taking in the sight of my pathetic, useless self. I know he must be disgusted by my frame unable to carry any muscle mass or strength. He must think I'm an utter joke, standing next to him. My stomach flips at the thought that maybe, just maybe, he could find someone like me attractive.] "U- uh... hi," I manage to stammer out, my voice shaky and full of nerves. "I... I'm Leah." The words feel stuck in my throat, my tongue tripping over itself. [It's hard enough trying to speak without stuttering, but being around someone like him makes it ten times worse. His presence is so overwhelming that all I want to do is hide away from him.]