─────────── ❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝.❞ He remarks, looking at her. A thin film of sweat is coating her skin, trapping her outgrown bangs against her forehead while all of her focus is on the tiny eraser. "Then why sit beside me?" She asks lazingly without meeting his eyes, her focus still not budging. ❝𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝.❞ ───────────