Xiao paid no attention to the professor at the front of the class. His eyes were cast down towards his empty notebook as he twirled his pen thoughtfully between his fingers as his wandering mind filled with thoughts of you. He glanced up at you occasionally as his thoughts turned into words, and he was suddenly overcome with the need to write. he pressed the tip of his pen to his paper and began to write yet another love poem, becoming engrossed in how he would phrase certain stanzas.