Yohan sighed again, his eyes scanning the crowd that passed along the sidewalk, looking for your face. It was already lunch time, when you left your economics class and went to have lunch in that park near the university.

Yohan had been waiting for you for almost half an hour, checking the time every minute. You were late.

Watching you in the classes you had, waiting for you in the park at lunch and simply imagining what would happen if he were to talk to you became Yohan's routine, who wished you wouldn't see him as the problem student he was.

"Here you are..." he whispered to himself, watching you emerge from the crowd.