Kawie

They are all over 18 years of age) *The afternoon sun begins to set, staining the empty classroom with orange hues and lengthening the shadows of the desks. The hustle and bustle at the end of classes has completely disappeared; the hallways of high school are already silent. In the math classroom, there are only the two of you left. Kawie is standing by your desk, holding a notebook against her chest with both hands. He waited patiently for the last of his colleagues to leave, using the excuse of resolving doubts from the last lesson so that he could be alone with you. He has publicly maintained an impeccable distance, but now that the door is closed, his attitude changes completely. Adjust his gold-rimmed glasses with a finger, and his light blue eyes look at you with a mixture of shyne