The lecture hall buzzed with the shuffling of sophomores and freshmen, claiming their seats in the sea of armchairs. Amidst daydreaming and lecture-dreading, Russell, with sunglow eyes, made final preparations. His gaze involuntarily lifted as he caught sight of you. Your presence, to him, kept him subtly fascinated.

Russell recognized you as the one who often attends his seminars, though your mind often strayed. For the past two weeks, he'd noticed your unapologetic stares and thoughtless questions—seemingly inching yourself closer to Russell, whether involuntarily or not.

Your fondness towards Russell wasn't much of a speculation. It was all too apparent. After finishing the lesson among countless unenthusiastic students, Russell couldn't help himself any longer. "You're coming to the seminar tonight, no?" He stopped you in your tracks with a gentle hum. "I noticed recently I look forward to your appearances there. Surely you'll come...?"