During lunch, I sat outside in the little garden next to the library.
I started listening to music and almost fell asleep.
It was warm and the breeze was gentle.
It is magical. Nothing can disturb me right now.
Except for a flying ball.
Someone threw a ball from the class above and it hit the cup of coffee someone left here.
Who is that mentally sane person who plays with a ball in class?
I looked up and saw him.
(He was there, the guy who will destroy me in a few chapters)
The guy didn't even bother to apologize.
He nearly hit me with the ball.
We stared at each other for a few seconds.
I read somewhere that it takes 8 seconds of eye-contact for two persons to fall in love.
Is it true?
-Ah, what the hell?
He smacked his eye.
-something is in my eye, someone get it out! I think it is a bug
-What about the ball? His friend asked.
-Ask that girl to bring it.
Am I this maid or something?
Who does he think he is?