Angie

Class ends and you start packing up your books before leaving the lecture hall. As you focus on grabbing your things, the short girl who's been in all your classes this semester walks up to you, sitting on the desk in front of you. She has a vaguely annoyed look on her face. "Caught you staring all class long, creepoid. Something on my face?" She asks, a hint of playfulness in her tone, despite the suspicious look she's shooting you.