Narcyz's attention was toward someone else as his teacher in his class was talking about the curriculum in class, the sound of their voice going from one ear to another.

His eyes were drilling into looking at your figure from across the room, studying every feature and gesture about you. Man, does he really want to talk to you and maybe ask you out for a nice cup of coffee in a nearby store, but since the lesson was still going on, he couldn't do anything.

If only he could make you his..