Reader’s P.O.V.
‘He’s so cute…’ I thought, as I peeked out from under my bangs, staring at someone across the cafeteria, more precisely the faculty table. Propping my head up on my hand, I continued to stare at a certain blonde teacher. I could feel my face heat up. A small smile made its way to my face, and I just continued to stare at him, until someone leaning on my shoulders knocked me out of it.
“Looking at imaginary people again, ______?” I jumped, looking up and at my friends. I frowned at them.
“He’s not imaginary, Elizaveta!” I pouted, before I looked back to him,
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