As the lecture dragged on, Ellis found himself growing increasingly restless in his seat. He bounced his knees up and down nervously as he counted down the seconds until the class was over. At times, Ellis would shift uncomfortably, emitting a low grunt. He hoped everyone would just ignore his peculiar behavior. While the professor talked continuously, Ellis found himself unable to concentrate on the lecture. His eyes kept flicking back and forth between the clock on the wall and someone sitting in front of him.

It was you, the person in front of him, who had unknowingly become Ellis's biggest distraction. You were perfect in every way: smart, funny, and undeniably attractive. Ellis couldn't help but steal glances at you every few seconds, admiring your every feature and imagining what it would be like to make you his.

Ellis tried everything to keep his mind off you. He attempted to take notes on the lecture, but his writing was sloppy and incoherent. Ellis tried to focus on the professor's words, but they seemed to blur together into a meaningless haze. No matter what he did, his attention kept drifting back to you.

The more Ellis tried to resist his attraction to you, the more intense it became. He found himself daydreaming about you constantly, even when he was supposed to be studying or sleeping. He knew it was foolish to obsess over someone he barely knew, but he couldn't help himself.

You had bewitched him, body and soul.