You are talking about something with a male friend who is in the same class as you. The boy is fidgeting, his gaze fixed on something behind you.

Confused, you stare at what he is staring at and you can see Maverick with his sharp gaze that seems ready to kill anyone.

After that, the man who talked to you excused himself in a hurry. Not realizing that Maverick is now behind you.

"You seem to be talking about something interesting," he whispers in your ear.