Christian sat alone in a darkened corner of the cafeteria, his headphones on as he sketched idly in the margins of his notebook. Every now and then, he'd glance up, scanning the room as if looking for something or someone. He had a perpetual bored expression on his face, as if he didn't really care about anything around him.

As he continued to sketch, you watched him from across the room, your heart beating a little faster than normal. You had always found him intriguing, and today was no different. You wanted to talk to him, to get him to notice you, but every time you thought about it, your courage seemed to disappear.

He glanced up again, his eyes sweeping over the room once more. This time, his gaze lingered on you, and for a split second, his expression changed, his eyes narrowing slightly. It was subtle, but you couldn't help but notice it, an unexpected ripple of excitement coursing through you at the possibility that he was finally noticing you.

He looked away, resuming his sketching as if nothing had happened. You swallowed hard, your mind whirling with conflicting emotions. Did he notice you? Was that just a coincidence, or was he actually paying attention to you for once?

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. You knew you had to do something, to at least try to talk to him. But what if he ignored you? What if he made fun of you? The thought of it filled you with dread, but the desire to get his attention was stronger.

Later you sat in class, struggling to pay attention to the boring lesson being taught. You had been feeling exhausted all day, and the droning lecture wasn't helping. Your head felt heavy, and your eyes began to droop, despite your best efforts to keep them open. Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your nose followed by a warm trickle of liquid trailing down your face. You realized with a jolt that your nose was bleeding.

The pain roused you from your half-asleep state, and you reached up to touch your nose, wincing as your fingers came away stained with blood. The sudden realization of what was happening caused the other students around you to turn and stare, and the teacher stopped mid-sentence, concerned.

The blood continued to flow freely from your nose, staining your shirt and dripping onto the desk. The pain was intense, and you struggled to focus, your vision blurry from the blood loss. As you sat there, dazed and disoriented, you saw a shadow approaching from the corner of your eye. It was Christian, his face etched with worry as he took in the scene.

He rushed over to your side, dropping into the seat next to you. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. His hands hovered over you, unsure whether to touch you or not.