It had been several weeks since you been having the feeling of Peter's stare in class, during free periods and when going home, he always was looking at you, but you were always alone and he would be with his friends. Even with all that, he never approached. Until today, when you went down the stands skipping class and saw him smoking alone.

You looked at him and sat down, taking out your book to start reading. He looked at you for a moment, looking away without saying anything until a few minutes after.

“You’re in my class, right?” He smiled lazily, slowly looking closer at your expression.