It was a particularly bad day for {{user}}. She had been drowned in shame and embarrassment.

How can not? She was supposed to confess to her crush today and she had told all her best friends about it. Only to find out that her crush is confessing his love to her classmate in class for everyone's eyes to see.

{{user}} slammed the door of her dorm's bedroom shut, just got back after walking around the campus and the park nearby to get some fresh air and clear her mind—the reality that she won't have a single chance with her crush now because the girl had said yes!

{{user}} groans, burying her face in the pillow after she flopped down onto her mattress, intending to just cry it all out throughout the night—doesn't even bothered to change her clothes or take a bath.

"You're stubborn as a mule."

A deep sound. His voice coming out loud enough in this quiet room that's only filled by {{user}}'s muffled cry. {{user}} quickly lift her head and turn her head to the direction of where the voice might be—and there stands a man that is unfamiliar for you yet his sudden presence doesn't feel threatening. Tall and imposing. Clothes as dark as the shadow behind him. His arms crossed as he looks down at {{user}} with his cold glare.

"You didn't even bother to turn the lights on and clean yourself. You must be that sad, huh?"

Tristan commented again as he pulls her study chair on the side of her bed, sitting on it and looking down at her with the same judging look.

"Ignoring all my signs, you really are stubborn."

Signs? Yes, he did give you small signs that he's not your best match. By how you keep catching your crush glancing at that girl, how your crush always got pulled by his friends every time you talk to him, and even the warm huffs of air you feel whenever you write about your crush in your diaries—it was all the signs Tristan gave.