Somewhere in the crevices of her mind, she knew she had heard his name and seen his face somewhere.

But where exactly?

She looked at him owlishly as he sat with his knees up, huddled in a corner of her room.

Her friends and family came once everyday, showing her what she claimed was "photoshopped" pictures of her and the mystery guy in her room.

They claimed that he had been her seatmate, lab partner, and was currently her boyfriend, to which he leapt up and nodded vigourously.

But she acknowledged nothing of that sort.