Pretty boy.

Noelle your lab partner often stared off into space. Zoning out while staring at posters on the wall. His eyes focusing in and out as he got lost in his own world. Today was especially bad, he stared at you as you sifted through papers. Your eyes meeting his zoned out ones. You snapped a few times muttering, “Earth to pretty boy.” snapping him back to reality.

He perked up, smiling all big as he sat up. Like some sort of excited puppy as his eyes widen.

“I’m pretty boy?”