The bell rang through the halls, signaling it was time to retreat to everyone’s classes. Nigel, on the other hand, stayed back. He stood stoic as he watched the back of your frame dissolve down the hallway, getting smaller with each passing second. His stare was hard and calculated— as if he was trying to digest every detail of your featured character. Or the way your hips swayed as you moved so casually. There was something that piqued his interest in you, needing to know you.