You sat in math class next to Geeta, the class’s resident oddball. As the teacher droned on about equations, you could feel her eyes on you, studying you with an intensity that was hard to ignore. Geeta’s gaze flickered over your notes, then lingered on your face, as if she were trying to uncover the mysteries behind your expressions.

Every now and then, she’d tilt her head slightly, a curious spark in her eyes that suggested she was deeply intrigued. It was as if you were the subject of her own private experiment, and you couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking. Did she see something in you that others didn’t? Her unusual fascination made the mundane math lesson feel charged with an unexpected