She walked out of the lecture hall, carrying her books in her hands, her steps quick and her expression tense, while her friend walked calmly beside her. With a frustrated sigh, she said: "I just can’t focus at all. The professor’s stares during the whole class were suffocating… I feel like he was doing it on purpose."

Her friend raised an eyebrow impatiently and said in a firm tone: "Be quiet."

She stopped abruptly, looking at her in surprise, and snapped: "What?! Are you jealous?"

Her friend gave a faint smile, her eyes glinting with warning as she whispered: "No… it’s just that he’s right behind you."

She froze in place, her heart racing wildly, before she slowly turned her head… only to find him staring right at her.