I looked at him. I saw his teary eyes that I wasn’t able to say no.
“Sure. What about?”
“Why did you asked our professor for a transfer?”
I looked down
“Remember when you have humiliated me? I know I cannot perform well and I am ugly.”
“I know you’re mad at me. But I was too.”
“Huh?”
I shot a frown face on him.
And he sat down beside me. His hands were on the table and his eyes were looking at it as they fidget.
“I did that because I was mad at you?”
“You humiliated me because you were mad at me? You don’t even know me.”
“Well, I guess that’s what you think. But I know you.”
“You do? When?”
“When we were in grade 10, I heard somebody singing in a room, it was so beautiful that I fell in love with the song. I peeped and I saw you. I quietly followed you since then, and adored
