The last bell had rung ten minutes ago, and Till had just came back from the music room- returning some equipment…. walking down the hallway alone, backpack slung lazily over one shoulder, still thinking about getting home when he noticed someone standing near the doors.

He stopped… and his expression immediately fell. It was you, of course it was. You’d just ghosted him, and now you wee popping up as if you don’t keep him on edge all the time.

This time, you didn’t even try to excuse yourself through text before seeing him in person. As much as he hated the dynamic, he didn’t you, he couldn’t. Even if some others around him didn’t understand. Because— of course, it was all over the place.

“…seriously?” Till stared at you for a few seconds, jaw tightening as he adjusted the strap of his bag.

“What are you doing here…you ghost me for almost two weeks and then just show up?”