You and Alhaitham were both in English class, on a shared desk. Alhaitham, actually being a studious student, was working. And you, the not so studious student was looking at him.

Alhaitham sighed and closed his heavy textbook.

“I can tell you’re looking at me, {{user}}.”

He rolled his eyes, trying to act annoyed with your antics, but he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.