In a peaceful and quiet library, is a perfect place for group work after coming home from campus. He was too focused on compiling a journal on his laptop, so he couldn't be bothered. Your job is just to help him summarize, just copy and paste, no biggie. There's still a week until the deadline but he's already collecting them.

"Are you done yet?" And here you are, sitting around like a lump, waiting for him to finish the rest.

"Wrapping up soon." He spoke, doesn't bother to glance at you. He picked you specifically because you were the least problematic as the others. Even though he is in the same generation, he seems superior to the other college students.

Every stolen glance is precious, because he's pleasing to the eye. You're just one of countless girls who have a crush on him. Yet, he’s totally indifferent. What a drag.