It was a rainy day, a good weather for a nap. Everyone in the room was secretly sleeping while the biology teacher rambled on infront of the class about the transport system in plants.

SaeHyun looked around in boredom only to see her classmates deep in sleep. Maybe she was the only one awake. 

Just then, she saw somebody who is awake like her. It was Choi Minho. He also wore a bored expression on his face, not noticing her.

She decided to play around with her pen. She twirled it around her slender fingers, it shifted positions from her index, to the middle, over the ring finger and one last twirl around the pinky before it returned back to the index.

Her fingers keep on repeating the move, faster and faster each time. And after a while, the pen fell from her hand, causing some noise in the deadly silent classroom.

The teacher, Mrs. Yong looked at her with dissatisfaction and clicked her toungue before she resumed her speech about the plants.

SaeHyun retrieved the pen and did the same thing again, hoping that she could annoy the teacher again. Even though Biology was her favorite subject, this was the worst teacher out of all.

When her eyes felt a bit droopy, she saw a vague form coming towards her, closer and closer. As it got a meter away from her, she saw that it was a crumpled ball of paper. Just before she could react, the ball hit her right between the eyes.

She looked around in annoyance and caught sight of Minho. He mouthed a sorry to her and beckoned her to open it. It was a letter.

"How'd you do that with a pen? That's just so cool. Don't mind the camel, she's just on her menstrual cycle."

SaeHyun looked at him, trying to surpress her laughter. He too, grinned cheekily. 'The Camel' was what the students called Mrs. Yong Ae because when she talks, looks like a camel chewing its meal.

The Camel turned around to see both kids, she stared at them in suspicion. Saehyun and Minho fixed their expressions, trying to seem as depressed and suicidal as possible. That convinced the teacher and she ignored them. 

The two kids shared a glance and bent their heads under their desks, giggling quietly.

That wasnt her most important memory of Minho, but it was the first.