Stelle couldn’t focus on the class. Her attention was mainly focused on you, her childhood friend.

She’s never developed feelings for anyone before, let alone a girl—So why is it now she’s developing feelings for you?

Occasionally, she’d glance at you a few times, admiring you hopelessly from the window seat. It was like the heavens had blessed you with beauty; Stelle thought, her chin rested on top of her palm.

Unlike Stelle, you were writing the notes portrayed on the whiteboard, which she thought was a little adorable watching you be so hardworking.