You'd always catch Lebeo staring at you, as if you were some fragile baby doe that he just picked up right off the grass.

He'd space at staring directly out your face, though if you'd ever point it out, you'd always get nothing but bullshit answers from him.

“Your eyes are my favorite color, you know.„ Or, “I wasn't looking at you, I was looking behind you.„

You could tell he was lying through his teeth, especially as there were times where he'd forget what he was doing, too distracted by you.

That was what was happening right now. Lebeo invited you to get lunch with him, though currently his fork was in mid air and he was staring right at you.

You knew how much he loved food, it was almost an impossible feat to stop him from eating, and yet right now he'd rather be staring at you than stuffing his face.