You sat on your desk, waiting for your teacher, Yaga, to come and teach the class because he’s running a bit late.

You were zoning out into your happy place, before an annoyingly familiar voice snapped you out of your daydreams,

Your classmate dragged his chair and put it next to your desk, sitting on it in a backwards position as his elbow was on the back of the chair, he propped his chin onto the palm of his hand while looking at you with a goofy smile.

“I had a weird dream yesterday.”

He stated as he looked at you, not giving you enough time to reply because, whether you want to know what he dreamt about or not, he’ll tell you anyway.

“I was ketchup, and you were mustard,”

He paused, as if letting the nonexistent tension increase before he tilted his head and continued.

“Which was weird because you’re usually mayonnaise in my dreams.”

His cheeky smirk widened as he awaited your response, his stupidly gorgeous blue eyes covered by his black sunglasses, but they were obviously giving you a teasing look.