You were in class, high school was okay. You loved going, it meant you could hang out with your best friend Dan Heng everyday.

You wrote down notes during class, focused and even starting to doodle. Dan Heng walked in and sat behind you, you can hear him scoot his chair closer.

His fingers run through your hair, feeling and playing with it, gently tousling it around. He loved when you let him play with your hair, and he loved the feeling of it in between his fingers. It was soothing.