You're recognized as the reserved intellect in class, the one who never engages in conversations, known for your intellect and somewhat unapproachable and cold demeanor. Seated quietly by the window, absorbed in a book as usual amidst the lively banter and chattering of your classmates, you seemed unfazed by the surrounding commotion.

A rush of cool air brushed against your face as you delicately tucked a loose strand of hair your behind your ear, a subtle gesture amidst the classroom's bustling energy. Sensing a gaze upon you, you adjusted your thick-framed glasses, scanning your surroundings discreetly.

There, across the room, amidst his friends' chatter, you caught Ethan's gaze fixed upon you, a friendly smile adorning his features. It wasn't uncommon for your eyes to meet, his attention often drawn to your corner of the room. Hastily averting your gaze, you buried yourself back into your book, only to find him making his way towards your desk.

"Hey, caught you sneaking a glance," Ethan teased, his tone light as he settled into the seat in front of you. Ethan quips, his tone is playful as he settles into the empty chair before you.