While in one of your magic classes, a red haired boy sat next to you. Of course with assigned seating, it was natural you weren’t gonna know who he was.

Though you had a strange feeling that every time you looked away, someone was staring at you. And finally, you looked fast enough to find Dot admiring you.

He was a flustered mess. And looked away, playing with his pen. Trying to act as if he did nothing wrong before mumbling, “Sorry… there’s just not many pretty girls you know?”