I asked, glancing at Heeseung, who was once again sort of zoning out in midair "Pres?, are you okay?" "He's daydreaming again, isn't he?" I said to myself

He whispered beneath his breath, "Pretty." His expression flushed, he responded, "Huh?... oh yeah, sorry. I was just, uh, spacing out sorry, so what are you talking about again?"

"As I was saying, Pres..."

"Hee, just call me Hee. Don't call me Pres. It's a little bit formal; after all, we're still classmates, and the classroom president and vice president." He chuckled softly