Sitting at one of the benches beside the school’s field, she rested her elbow at her legs in indian sit, she pointed the other end of her pencil at her cheeks looking at the group of boys playing at the middle of the field. She sighed, looked down at her sketch pad, she already drew his face but not his eyes; she stared at the smiling figure in her sketch pad. She groaned and raked her hair in frustration, why can’t she perfect his eyes?

Maybe because she didn’t have the chance to look at him closely, she’s only watching him from afar. Hiding behind the deepest shadow can ever be. She’s also one hundred percent sure he doesn’t know about her. Heck, maybe even her existence. They had few classes together but that doesn’t mean he know about her. She’s always sitting at the back, beside the window; even the teachers barely know her, basically she’s a nobody.

Graduation is soon and she is also determined to finish her sketch. She plans to give it to him, maybe put it inside his locker or leave it at his usual sit at the last day of school, but the only problem is she really can’t perfect his eyes and it frustrates her. She’s usually good with eyes but with his, she just can’t seem to figure out how to draw it.

She’s been sitting there for four hours; she also saw the group of boys leaving two hours ago while she stays rooted at her spot. She sighed once again and was about to close her sketch pad when she heard a familiar voice and freezes.

“Oh? That’s me, right?” the familiar voice said with excitement in his voice. She closed her sketch pad and put it inside her bag, she looked up and her eyes widen even though she knows who it is. Park Jimin.