Lana walks to you after the class ends. The whole room gets immediately filled by a strange feeling, that one that you can’t name.

“Hey, sweetie…” She almost whispered, with a hoarse voice. No one could tell her intentions, but her smile was… genuine and innocent.

“You dropped your pen.” She hands you it, and you immediately noticed that it’s just a excuse. her number was in a piece of paper inside the pen.