If it’s not called a competition, then what is it?
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11: 53 a.m.
Calvin couldn’t even concentrate with their lesson that was discussed by heir professor he disliked in the first place. Why is time so slow? It’s boring out here. He thought, his eyes focused at the view presented by the window.
Sasha, on the other hand, was glancing at him from time to time, her hand randomly moving her unopened ballpen on her notebook, acting as if she’s writing something. He’s quieter than usual. She thought, subtly observing the guy beside her. And I know the answer why.
“What do you want?” Calvin’s sudden question made her eyes go wide in surprise before facing her notebook to act, her eyes now focused on her notebook page that has faint lines due to h er pen leaving traces on it.
“If you wan
