But surprisingly for her, she wasn't alone today.

A young man was sleeping soundly, with earbuds in his ears.

She freezes, wondering if she better walk away and just eat her lunch in the last female bathroom stalls.

After a minute contemplating what to do, she decides to stay there, keeping the distance as far as she could from the sleeping student.

She couldn't help but stare at him.

I mean, how could she? There's literally nothing stopping her from doing so.

His sickly pale skin and his soft brown hair that sways with the wind managed to keep her entertained for her lunch break.

She couldn't recognize his features more clearly, as the boy is covering his eyes with his arm.

She guessed that he must be her upperclassman, since she didn't know who he is.

But then again, he could also be a new transfer student she never heard of.

She quickly ended her train of thoughts when the bell rang, clean up her lunch and half running to her classroom when she remembered that her next period is math.

Her math teacher was very good and lovable teacher, except that she was merciless when it comes to being late to her class.

She just hoped her teacher didn't arrive at her class yet.