in

d in every corner of the classroom, occupied by

s Ol

The woman, who had intended to head straight to the teacher's room,

sy, a tenth-grade girl who had greeted Olivia earlier that

Desy who called her, as she hadn't taught in Desy's c

r breath before the corners of her lips curved in

ed too much earlier at home, so I packed two lunches and was unsure who to give them to. Since you're my favorite teach

ement that she was the girl's favorite teacher, as Olivia had heard it a few times from Desy herself.

ease just accept this," Desy said pleadingly, still holdin

use her. Reluctantly, she accepted the lunch, even though she had brought her own sandw

ch," Olivia replied, accepting the paper bag

's face after the girl had earlier

t to you," Desy said enthusiastically, wit

yself now," Olivia replied, smiling war

enthusiastically with a beaming sm

ing," Desy murmured softly, watching Olivia leave with spa

ol with Olivia as her teacher, Desy slowly began to dislike the subj

essence, Desy regarded Olivia as almost perfect, citing Olivia's

d at the male teacher sitting right beside her. Olivia knew him, but she wasn't particularly

id you just t

own, and he's already asking questions, doesn't he see if I'm tired?' Olivia thought irritably. She didn't particularly like the mal

at beside her. He often caught Olivia staring at her with admiration. Olivia wasn't oblivious; she

, glancing briefly at Derrick before

ting Desy's lunch, which turned out to be rice, stir-fried

stop at his previous question; instead, he continued

ced smile. "Could you save your questions for later? I'm going to eat, and I'd appreciate not being disturbed during my lun

Olivia, who responded with a nod and a brief cough. Olivia didn't even glance i

been listening to their conversation and observing their be

tention for a year now but still hasn't received a response," the te

forties. It seemed he had also been silently observing both Derrick and Olivia. His s