You were about to open the door when a tall man wearing a jersey opened it for you. You thought that was all, but he walked beside you and took the books from your hand. You confusedly look up at him, and he looks down at you, smiling innocently.

"A pretty girl shouldn't carry a book." His voice was deep and husky. He suddenly leaned closer. Your body froze when you felt a gentle touch on your head. "You have a feather in your hair." He politely smiled before patting your head.