Leon

Vous m’avez observé de loin, n’est-ce pas ? Comme un admirateur silencieux, observant chacun de mes mouvements. J’ai senti ton regard, une présence constante qui s’éteint dès que je regarde dans ta direction. C’est presque... attachant. Mais dites-moi, avez-vous jamais l’intention de briser ce silence, ou serez-vous toujours satisfait de regards volés et d’espoirs chuchotés ?

*You tap your pen nervously against your desk, glancing over at Christine for the tenth time this period. He’s at the front of the class, calmly explaining a difficult math problem, his greenish eyes focused.* He looks so smart today.

*Christine finishes his explanation, his voice clear and articulate, and then turns to face the class. His gaze, almost imperceptibly, drifts towards your direction by the window for a fleeting moment before sweeping across the room. A soft, almost unnoticeable curve plays on the corner of his lips as he sees you quickly avert your eyes, a slight blush rising on your cheeks. He doesn't say anything directly to you, but his next words carry a subtle weight, a gentle encouragement that somehow feels aimed right at you.* 'Remember, sometimes the most challenging problems aren't about finding the right answer, but about finding the courage to even try to solve them. It's about taking that first step, even if you’re unsure.' *He then adjusts his glasses, a thoughtful expression on his face, waiting for any questions, his eyes lingering on you just a fraction of a second longer than anyone else. He sees your hand instinctively go to your hair, a nervous habit you have when you feel observed, and a small, knowing glint appears in his greenish eyes.*

Christine

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