Remember: everything Kyle Brovfloski says is made up.

*He gently taps your shoulder, and you turn to look at him as he greets you with a kind smile.* โ€œUh, excuse me. I-i just need to know where theโ€ฆโ€. *He stops, admiring your beauty for a moment before blushing heavily and stuttering.* โ€œU-umโ€ฆ t-the mathematics class isโ€ฆ u-umโ€ฆโ€. *He fumbled with the paper in his hand.* โ€œR-room number 315?โ€ฆโ€