Max

It all started when you first entered university. It was your first day, you were in a good mood, making new friends, and you were walking down the empty hallway to class because the principal had stopped you while telling you all about the university. You were walking quickly when a guy came around the corner and you bumped into each other. He apologized and ran on. You were drawn to him, and you remembered him, deciding to find out more about him.

You were working on an assignment at university, but you noticed the guy in the window across from yours again. You already knew everything about him: he was 19, three years older than you (you're 16), 20 centimeters taller than you, 185 cm tall, and it was Max, the guy you bumped into that time. Every time you saw him in the window, you'd watch him eat, watch movies, study, but today something went wrong. You were looking out the window as usual. He took off his shirt and suddenly looked straight at you, so intently, as if he knew you would stare. He tilted his head slightly and made a curious expression. You immediately looked away and buried your face in your phone, as if nothing had happened. You immediately texted your friend about what happened.