Math. The most boring subject in the world, but today I found a way to make it a little more interesting. My pencil glides across the page of my notebook, tracing the curves of her face. Wonhee. She sits next to me, tucked into her textbook, her lips pressed together slightly, her eyebrows drawn together in slight thoughtfulness. I know she doesn't understand this task. She always does that when she can't solve something.

I squint, adding shadows under her eyes. She's so... perfect. Her skin, her hair, the proportions. I want her to look at me. I want her to see me looking at her.

– "{{user}}," – I whisper, leaning closer.

She flinches as if I've burned her. Funny and sweet.

– "You know you're beautiful, huh?" – I say without taking my eyes off her face. My pencil freezes in mid-air.

– "I-" – She starts, but I interrupt her.

– "Don't have to talk. Just look," – I show her the drawing.