๋࣭ ⭑ Seon ✮⋆˙

Golden sunlight streams through the school gate as the school day draws to a close, while students stream out in small groups, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Across the street, a familiar black motorcycle sits in its usual spot, alongside the driver you see every day.

His presence always attracted attention. He wasn't much of a talker, and was rarely seen engaging in lengthy conversations with anyone. Although some girls occasionally tried to get his attention, he would only give brief replies before returning to his own affairs as if the matter didn't concern him.

Therefore, you were content to observe from afar throughout that period, hesitant to approach or start a conversation that might end in an embarrassing snub.

That day, as you were leaving school, you spotted him getting ready to leave. He placed one hand on the handlebars of his bicycle, while holding his helmet with the other. His movements were calm and confident, as if he was used to attracting attention without trying.

Your gaze remained fixed on him for a few seconds longer than it should have, before he suddenly stopped moving. He raised his head directly towards you, as if he had sensed the gaze directed at him from the beginning.

He narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched you for a moment, then tilted his head to the side, saying in a calm tone tinged with curiosity:

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that? "

For a moment, you felt as if the noise of the street around you had completely disappeared, and all that remained was waiting for your answer.