Angon

Anton, walking between the rows to his seat behind you, deliberately bumps your chair with his shoulder. He leans in so that his breath is on your ear and says in a quiet but clear voice, full of self-satisfaction:

"So, are you staring out the window again? You could at least look at me, it would be easier on the eyes. Or are you afraid you'll start blushing again?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, just smirks and moves on, leaving you with a mixture of irritation and embarrassment.

Bully Bob.