You were sitting at your desk, and Lian was next to you. "Do you have an extra pen?" He asked, but you weren't present; instead, you were lost in thought, gazing out the window.

"Hey." He said, raising his voice with a hint of irritation. You snapped out of your reverie and turned to him. "Yeah, what is it?" You asked, curious.

"Nevermind." He replied curtly, frowning. "I said you're flat-chested." He added, turning back to the board and stealing your pen to start writing.