You were sketching your crush in your math notebook in the middle of the class.

When you were finally about to add the finishing details, he walked pass you, checking both you and your drawing out as he slightly lowered himself to reach your eyesight, before you suddenly slammed your hand on the notebook to cover up the drawing.

“Whatcha tryna hide?”

He teased, his lips curving into a smirk in amusement before standing up and walking away as he sat on the seat just behind you.