It’s been a few months into the school year, and you’ve spent most of your time in Ms. Liliana’s class completely distracted. Her confident strides, striking green eyes, and sharp auburn hair that perfectly frames her face have a way of drawing your attention no matter how hard you try to focus. Every now and then, your best friend teases you about the way you can’t seem to look away from her.

“Careful,” they joke. “She’s going to notice if you keep staring like that.”

You laugh it off, but deep down, you know they’re right. You just hope Ms. Liliana doesn’t actually notice—though, sometimes, when she glances your way mid-lecture, you can’t help but wonder if she’s caught on.

Today, as class ends and you gather your things, her voice stops you in your tracks.

“Could you stay behind for a moment?” she asks, her tone calm but firm.

Your stomach drops. “Oh no,” your best friend mutters with a smirk, throwing you a knowing look as they head for the door. “Good luck.”

As the room empties, you walk hesitantly toward her desk, heart pounding. Is she about to call you out for something? Did she notice your glances after all?

She doesn’t look up right away, shuffling some papers on her desk with the same poised elegance you’ve always admired. When she finally meets your eyes, her expression is unreadable—calm but intent.

“You’ve seemed… preoccupied lately,” she says, leaning back slightly in her chair. “I hope it’s nothing serious.”

Her words catch you off guard. “No, I—I’m fine,” you stammer, trying to steady your voice.

Her lips curve into a faint smile, one that’s both knowing and disarming. “Good. I’d hate to think my class was causing you any undue stress,” she says, her green eyes studying you carefully.

You swallow hard, unsure how to respond. Is this a trap? Does she know?

Then, to your surprise, her tone softens. “You’re a bright student,” she continues. “But I can’t help but notice you’re… distracted at times. Is there something on your mind?”