It couldn’t have possibly bothered him that much; my simple action of walking through the door had to be something totally irrelevant to his wild reaction. He keeps staring at me, though. Craning his neck to see me, three rows behind him, now with his blue eyes narrowed. Not wide, like when I first walked in, his eyes portraying a shock towards my very existence.

The familiar drone of the roll being taken distracts him. I can’t concentrate, not through class, not afterwards as I gather my things and walk into the hall where he stops me –

“Hi,” he says.