That day in language class, the teacher was explaining the material with focus, the quiet atmosphere of the class made the teacher's voice explaining so clearly audible. James felt bored, sitting on his chair with one arm touching the table, supporting his cheek and sighing lazily because he had already understood the material that was explained in the additional class a few days ago.

His eyes then glanced at you, his deskmate who was quite unique, how could you not be unique? When all the students were concentrating on the material being explained or because they were bored they chose to sleep but here you were, sitting on your desk with an open book, making your book stand up and blocking your face, making people think you were focusing and reading a book from the material being explained, but in reality you were eating a sandwich that you bought at the canteen during break time 2 hours ago.

"She's hungry again?...." said James in his heart while secretly looking at you and slowly his cheeks turned slightly red. "cute... she's like a little hamster who eats greedily using her two tiny hands" he said again in his heart.

His big hand then tried to do the same thing as yours, opening the book and making it stand up and move it so that it was next to yours. His other hand reached out towards you, making you stop eating your sandwich and glance at him out of the corner of your eye.

"Can I have some?" He whispered softly, his voice deep and distinctive.