At the ticket gate of the station, people kept coming in and out.
I looked at the flowing crowd in front of me and suddenly looked up at the sky.
There were few white clouds in the blue sky. It was really a sunny day. What a nice day!
"If only I could do the laundry."
Looking at the sky, I thought about this blankly and felt a little depressed.
This was the kind of empty self-talk that lonely single men often had.
But now I couldn't calm down and had to think of something else to distract myself. I looked at my watch and it was now 10:25.
I couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.
"I'm too anxious."
Yes, the appointed time was 11 o'clock. However, I had been sitting on the edge of the flower bed in front of the ticket gate for nearly thirty minutes.
"No, I couldn't sit still at home either, so I had no choice."
I whispered to myself to make excuses and covered my face with my hands, feeling dejected.
Today I planned to go to the photography exhibition corresponding to the invitation Zoe had given me earlier.
Of course, it wasn't because of this that I felt uneasy. It was because of the person who was about to come.
For some reason, I had been feeling irritable since a few days ago and felt a little uncomfortable being with him.
But I didn't hate him either, so I couldn't be cold to him.
"Ah, what should I do."
I couldn't help but say what was in my heart.
"What should you do about what?"
"Huh?"
Suddenly hearing a voice from above, I found a person blocking my sunlight in front of me.
I hurriedly looked up and widened my eyes in surprise.
"Ah, Blake?"
"You came really early. When did you arrive?"
I looked up at Blake, who tilted his head, looking a little confused. I couldn't help but tilt my head too.
"You're the one who's early. There's still thirty minutes left."
"I can't get up in the morning, so I have to act early or I won't make it."
He said this and smiled a little embarrassedly. I couldn't help but stare at him.
"Blake, you can't get up in the morning? That's really unexpected. I thought you were very energetic in the morning."
It was hard to imagine from his flawless appearance usually.
I was surprised by this unexpected side of Blake, and he let out a dry laugh.
"I'm not as perfect as the teacher imagines. Zoe and Abel wake me up every morning, so I usually don't oversleep."
"Oh, oh. So that's how it is. You live quite close to each other."
Again, I felt a wave of irritation.
This sense of incongruity and unease made me really hate it.
Could I endure being with him all day today?
I didn't know the reason, so I didn't know how to deal with it.
"Rather than that, teacher. Your suit is very nice, and your casual clothes look great too."
"Ah?"
His sudden words made me not know what he was talking about for a moment.
But when I looked up at Blake again, I understood what he meant.
Because it was a rest day, Blake was certainly not wearing his usual uniform.
He was wearing jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, with a light jacket casually draped over the outside, dressed very casually.
He was tall and handsome, just like someone out of a magazine, very eye-catching.
He had been given too much by God.
Probably, I just changed my jacket to a shirt, and the dressing should be similar, but I always felt there was a gap.
Was this really an internal problem?
His appearance was perfect beyond reproach, and I couldn't help but stare at him.
"You don't look like a high school student in your casual clothes."
Not only because of the clothing, Blake's appearance today was very different from the impression he gave at school.
His hair usually hung naturally, but today it seemed to be styled with hair wax, and it was a little fluffy overall.
The glasses were not the usual thin silver-rimmed ones, but framed ones, the so-called fashionable glasses.
The temperament of an excellent student had disappeared, and if he said he was a college student - or even a working adult, people would definitely believe it.
As a man, I was a little unwilling, but I had no chance of winning in appearance at all.
"Even so, the atmosphere is too different."
I muttered in a low voice, feeling a little unconvinced. Blake, on the contrary, smiled happily.
"Teacher, which one do you think is better?"
"Whichever, both are good."
Blake mischievously narrowed his eyes, and I couldn't help but say loudly.
Actually, it wasn't something that needed to be said loudly, but I just felt uneasy and couldn't calm down.
Blake looked at me, who was uneasy, and smiled gently, making me feel very embarrassed.
"Teacher is cuter than usual today."
"Ah?"
I was stunned for a moment when he suddenly said that.
"What, what do you mean by cute!"
Blake always said things like someone was cute or something.
I had never been described as having a cute appearance by others.
"You usually look young... but today, it's great. I'm really glad to come with you today."
Blake put his hand on his chin, stared at me for a while, and suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled.
I couldn't help but look at his expression suspiciously.
"What kind of look is that."
"What kind of look?"
"Your expression is lewd."
Yes, the expression Blake had when he smiled was somehow, very lewd, and the way he looked at me was very lewd.
But to my words, Blake was a little surprised and then smiled.
"I'm a healthy man. It's impossible not to be lewd in front of someone I like."
"You, you."
What he said and his expression were completely inconsistent.
Such words shouldn't be said with such a refreshing smile.
"Teacher, don't think of me as too perfect. I don't want to disappoint you."
He said this to me, who was dejected, and gently stroked my head.
"Teacher's hair is really smooth and feels very comfortable to touch."
"You really like touching it."
The moment Blake's fingertips touched my hair, my shoulders trembled slightly.
But every time we met, he would touch some part of my body, and I seemed to have developed some immunity to him.
My heart rate didn't beat much faster than usual.
"I not only like touching..."
"Huh?"
Blake's hand occasionally lifted my hair, and it felt very comfortable. I stayed like this for a while, and suddenly his fingertips traced the outline of my ear and grabbed my earlobe.
"I like the teacher."
I take back what I said earlier - I have no immunity at all.
"..."
I jumped up exaggeratedly, looked up as if being bounced away.
My skin tingled and goosebumps appeared.
"Sorry. Ah, is your ear very sensitive?"
I covered my ear and looked at him resentfully. Blake frowned slightly and smiled.
But his hand was still stroking.