It was summer. I was waiting for my dad to pick me up after my classes. While I was waiting, I felt someone stare at me. My eyes fell on a boy standing opposite me. I recognized him from my Eco class, but I felt that he wasn’t looking at me. After some time, I realized that the boy was actually looking at me. But the moment I would turn my attention towards him, he would look away.

“That’s weird,” I thought.

The next day in class, the same boy sat in the empty seat in front of me. During the entire lecture, he tried to steal glances at me. Whenever our eyes met, he would look away embarrassed. I started to feel awkward whenever I caught him looking at me.

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