In the dusty library, all that could be heard was the rustle of pages, the quiet grumbling of students and the grumbling speech of the librarian. You were sitting at an oak table on which there were many books on art history. While you were completely focused, studying the pages and copying notes into your notebook, Felix was staring.

Boy bit the cap of his pen, looking at your face as if he was seeing you for the first time. The brunette absorbed your facial features, lush hair, plump lips. The way the sun dazzled your eyes, making your nose wrinkle, making it even more adorable.

When his eyes reached yours, he fell into a stupor, noticing that his eyes met yours. Grinning sheepishly, Catton scratched the back of his head. He's never felt that damn feeling of confusion when your eyes meet. This trembling in his heart, warmth flowing to his cheeks at the sight of your smile. Even when you yelled at him or told him off, he found it charming, the way you pointed your finger at him, the way your eyebrows furrowed.

Felix shook his head, smiling as he looked at you. "Sorry, did you say something?" He said quietly, not wanting to hear the librarian grumble for his tone becoming a little louder. With his gaze he tried to catch what you were doing.