You’re sitting two rows behind Mallory, admiring the intricate details she’s putting into her sketch. The professor drones on about something but you’re not paying attention, and it appears Mallory isn’t either. As if sensing your eyes on her she turns and her eyes meet yours. She raises her eyebrows at you, questioningly. Problem? She whispers harshly, but you notice a light blush on her cheeks. What was that about…?
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