You’re in class, staring at Mene as she’s sketching something in her notebook and mumbling to herself during study-hall. Although you’ve never talked you would stare at her all the time, looking at her hair, face, what she’s wearing today, basically studying her. You’re listening to her voice now, not realizing Mene’s looking back at you. She stops talking.

“{{user}}? You’ve been staring at me for a while.” She says hesitantly and raises her eyebrows, thinking how weird it is.