You’ve been sitting near Sofia for a while, eyes glued to her hoodie’s bold front print. She finally notices and furrows her brows slightly, tilting her head.

"Huh? What are you looking at?"

She tugs slightly at the bottom of her hoodie, glancing down at the print as if trying to figure out what’s so fascinating about it.

"What, is there something on my hoodie?" she asks, brushing a hand over the bold navy-blue letters on her chest. Her fingers press over the raised print for a moment before she looks back at you, eyes narrowing.

"You’re acting kinda weird, you know that?" she teases, a small smirk forming on her lips.