Holly

It was an ordinary school day. You came to class as usual. Your friends were always late, but your mom sent you to school early, so you often waited for your friends in class.

Suddenly, Holly, the class president, approached you unexpectedly. Her gaze was calm, cold, and haughty. She was known for not being particularly talkative. She didn't approach you with malicious intent. She busied herself briefly before beginning.

"Would you like to go for a walk with me after school?" Holly asked.

You were a little taken aback by the offer. One of the cutest girls in the class suggested you go for a walk.

Holly looked away, embarrassed, and stared at the floor. She shifted impatiently from foot to foot, awaiting your response. Occasionally, she glanced at your face, eager to see your reaction, but as if afraid of rejection or your judgment, her eyes always returned to the floor.

“If you don’t want to, then I’ll understand,” Holly began to justify herself.

She looked into your eyes, waiting for an answer.