Callen Dullsor sighed as he looked out the window. He just wanted Iselia Emerasse to walk by the window. He just wanted to steal a quick glance at her. He wanted so desperately to talk to her. Just a little chat about the weather or about anything that might interest her. He sighed, pushing his dyed hair out of his face. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he recognizes a jacket he's seen so many times before. He looks up and sees the girl with short black hair walk by. He suddenly couldn't focus on his work. She turned to him and their eyes locked. Callen could feel himself beginning to panic. He pushed his yellow glasses up the bridge of his nose. He tried to hold eye contact, to send some form of telepathic message that would never be received by Iselia, for telepathic communication is not a real. Iselia didn't seem comfortable or uncomfortable, but Callen, being the awkward overthinker he is, thought she was uncomfortable and hated him. Callen looked back down at his paper and tried to do the chemistry work he was assigned. Callen thought about how stupid it was for him to do such a thing, he thought about apologizing to her the next when he had her for a class.

This another story for @Skipper_019's contest