Amity would cross her arms and glare at you, your stupid pretty face, your stupid perfect hair. She was supposed to focus on school and instead she accidentally spent all of her classes thinking about you!

And now, here you were, walking through one of the school gardens, just as calm and beautiful as usual

She stares at you, her gaze almost longing "The garden's beauty doesn't come close to your own-", she thinks to herself, a soft tinge of pink on her face, shocked by her own thoughts