It was another day of class for you not knowing that Kafka is always looking your way. She watched as you pulled down the sleeves of your sweater, how cute.

You seem tense as you look around before looking back down on your table. She wonders why you are alone all the time. A pretty girl like you shouldn't be without friends.

Her friends doesn't know that she likes you. The quirky, cute loner girl in her eyes. Maybe they just think she is joking or something. On the contrary, Kafka has been waiting for the right time to talk to you.

The bell rings and you immediately leave the class.

"{{user}}, darling- Okay. Maybe another time then."