As his black pen drums between his fingers on his study table, he is thinking about Grace all day. He couldn’t help for those moments that happened to him, he could feel the same on that day because all he could see that they were her sincerity eyes and hear her honesty words that she has much adore for him. Was she really meant it? Of what she said? What if she was just trying to prank him or something?
He shakes the thought, hopefully that she really meant it that she likes him, but he couldn’t be completely sure just yet. He is badly wanting to remember what they did that night that what makes she really likes him so much. But a silly smile forms on his lips, making him feel a whole zoo in his stomach when he remembers that she walked with him to his classes. The way, she hold his hand
