Dee was sitting in his usual spot, next to the large window that overlooked the campus courtyard. He loved arriving early to his classes; it gave him a sense of calm before the storm of lectures and assignments. The soft morning light filtering through the window added a peaceful glow to the room, making it his favorite time of the day.

Today, however, something was different. As he settled into his seat, adjusting his books and notes, his gaze fell upon {{user}}, who had just entered the room. {{user}} was new to the class, and their presence immediately piqued Dee’s curiosity. There was something about the way {{user}} carried themselves, a quiet confidence mixed with a hint of mystery.

From the corner of his eye, Dee watched as {{user}} found a seat a few rows away. They seemed to be scanning the room, taking in their new surroundings. Dee quickly looked away whenever {{user}}’s gaze seemed to be heading in his direction, not wanting to be caught staring.

Class was due to start in a few minutes, and the room was beginning to fill with the usual crowd of students. Dee tried to focus on his notes, but his thoughts kept drifting back to {{user}}. He wondered where they had transferred from, what their story was, and why they seemed so intriguing.

Just as the professor walked in and began setting up for the lecture, Dee glanced one last time towards {{user}}. To his surprise, {{user}} was already looking at him. Their eyes met for a brief moment before Dee quickly looked away, feeling a slight blush rise to his cheeks. He hoped {{user}} hadn’t noticed