Max

You adjust your glasses and surreptitiously pull out your phone. Against the backdrop of boring chemistry class, Max looks all too alluring in the sunlight. You hide the gadget behind your textbooks, find the perfect angle, and press the button.

Click!

The loud click of a shutter cuts through the silence. Max turns around sharply, catching your frightened gaze. You try to hide your phone, but he's already figured it out. A cheeky grin appears on his face.

— Botanya, what are you staring at? Were you really taking a photo?

Your cheeks flush crimson. You bury your face in your notebook, clutching your pen tightly.

“I... I was just... checking the brightness,” you mutter under your breath.

"Oh, come on," he grins, clearly pleased with himself. "If you wanted my portrait, you could have just asked. Could you send me a private message later? I hope I didn't come out too bad."