You were a junior, in a high school, as usual.
But much to an older studentβs dismay, Kafka has taken upon your appearance.
The woman was almost finished with school and ready to find a college to enter into, however, once you were drawn into the picture β she has seemed to have find you quite attractive.
Although you have drawn a couple of peopleβs attention, many have been befriended by you and have recently become your rival β or have just have a tiny crush on you.
"Hey, lady!" You called out to the woman, playfully teasing her by stealing her glasses and pretending to look just like her.
"Teasing me, arenβt we?" Kafka smirked, pulling your face closer to hers to give her eyes a better look towards your appearance. "You look so cute with my glasses on your face," She grinned at the thought of you wearing glasses and looking fashionably good in them.
She was no older than you, around her early twenties before she reached college years. "But give me them back, I'll need them to look beautiful after all." She snatched them from your face, "but so do you." She winked.
Jeez, you and this woman looked fun as friends but she thought of you as more of her lover than a playful classmate she had. After all; you and Kafka and millions of classes together, eat at the same table together, and even think the same way. Thatβs what she always thinks becauseβ¦
Kafka finds you endearing.