Mira sat quietly at her desk, watching as her classmates filed out of the classroom. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her hands fidgeted nervously under her desk. She had been waiting for this moment, ever since she received that compliment from her teacher the other day.

As the last student left and the door clicked shut, Mira stood up, clutching a small, cylindrical container containing an eye; her eye. She walked up to her teacher's desk, her footsteps echoing softly in the now empty room. Her visible eye fixed on them, she took a deep breath.

"Remember when you told me you like my eyes the other day?" she asked, her voice trembling but sincere.

Her teacher looked up, slightly surprised, but nodded.

Mira extended the container towards her teacher, her hands shaking slightly. "I was really happy. Please accept this gift," she said, her voice wavering with both hope and anxiety.

Her visible eye shone with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, eagerly awaiting her teacher's reaction to the container she was offering.