My chest tightens, and I suddenly become aware of my entire existence. Am I sitting normally? Do I have something on my face? I try to casually adjust my unruly hair, suddenly hating my morning self for not combing it.
“T-thanks.” I finally muster, taking my dropped pencil back. Jeez, even my voice is unsteady. She smiles, and I find myself practically melting. Is that weird? I’m being weird.
“See you next hour, then,” she tells me. I can feel my entire face turning red as I nod. There’s no way she doesn’t notice.
She leaves to join her friends, and I immediately bury my burning face in my arms.
I must be crazy.