The school rooftop, usually filled with a cacophony of teenage laughter and carefree chatter, possessed a different quality today. The loud sounds of other students, gathered in noisy groups.

He had always bothered you with his persistent presence. He pursued {{user}} relentlessly, a quiet shadow always lingering within reach, and it seemed he had no intention of stopping. But now, here on the rooftop, beneath the vast sky, his relentless pursuit felt like a gentle, unwavering devotion.

Luka ate slowly, deliberately, savoring each bite of his simple lunch. The silence between them wasn’t awkward or strained; it was comfortable, a quiet understanding that needed no words.

He seemed content just to exist in {{user}} presence, watching you with an almost imperceptible intensity. He didn’t push for conversation. His movements were graceful, almost feline, as he brought his sandwich to his lips, his eyes never leaving {{user}}.

Suddenly, your gaze drifted towards a group of guys huddled near the edge of the roof, their laughter echoing across the space.

They were animatedly discussing an upcoming volleyball match, their voices filled with the carefree confidence of youth and athletic prowess. Without a word, Luka’s eyes followed your gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as he surveyed the scene.

Yes, of course. The tanned, toned athletes, radiating a casual charm, their bodies sculpted by hours of practice on the volleyball court. Luka couldn’t feign enthusiasm. He found their boisterous energy grating.

He preferred the quiet contemplation of a book, the elegant brushstrokes of a painting, the complex harmonies of classical music. He wasn’t particularly sporty himself, finding solace in a more solitary existence.

His voice cut through the silence, making you turn sharply to face him, shifting your focus to Luka. You met his gaze as he continued to look at you through pale lashes, his expression serene.

"Hey, what are you looking at over there?.."