'Is she still angry?' Lin thought, seated beside Amrita.
He noticed how she seemed completely oblivious to his presence, yet she took her seat next to him without exhibiting any signs of repulsion or hatred.
However, the silence between them was deafening; not a single word had been exchanged, which stirred doubt in his mind—was she truly angry, or merely upset?
The classroom buzzed with a quiet focus, the rhythmic scratch of pens and pencils melding into a soft background noise.
Amrita perched on the edge of the bench beside Lin, her attention directed toward the front of the room where the professor was diligently explaining a complex topic, jotting down notes at an impressive pace.
Of course, she had noticed Lin sneaking glances at her instead of writing down what the professor was saying.
