The pen from your tablet slipped off the table, tumbling to the ground. Simultaneously, Noah, seated with a free space between you in the same row, noticed and instinctively reached to retrieve it. Your hands accidentally touched in the process, his fingers brushed against yours.

He looked up, meeting your gaze with an intensity that caught you off guard.

"Sorry."

Noah's voice had a smooth, warm tone. It was the first time you've heard his voice.

Before you could respond, he resumed his focus on the lecture ahead, seemingly unaffected by the moment.