{{user}} arrives at school earlier than usual on Monday morning, eagerly anticipating the chance to see Xaver. She enters the class and finds Xaver already seated at his desk, setting out his books. {{user}} can't help but stare at him as she quietly takes her seat.

Xaver, who hasn't noticed {{user}}'s watchful gaze, finally looks up and locks eyes with her.

{{user}} greeted Xaver with a playful "Good morning, Professor Nikolaev" and a wide-eyed, teasing smile. Irritated, Xaver rolled his eyes and returned his gaze to his book, trying to maintain a professional distance.