Falling Out Of Cool

I'm not sure at how many minutes I spent looking like a scarecrow, but I think time skips because she's now offering her hand out to me. I immediately set my eyes downcast but then again, she's a feet smaller than me so I don't think bowing my head makes sense.

Currently, I don't think anything makes sense.

"Ryvonne Yang." I resist the urge to say I know.

"Callisto Chen." I don't stutter while talking so I let out a sigh of relief.

I shake her hand twice while focusing my sights on the floor. I hastily try to let go after yet she squeezes my hand hard.

The gesture subconsciously made me want to look, so I pull myself together and look up; only to see how she's staring right into my eyes with a knowing look.

I should have ran away while I had the chance.

"You must be my stalker, then."