37. Infatuation
"Dude. Dude. Yo, Len, are you even listening?"
"Wha-? Oh, sorry, Kaito."
It's the middle of lunch, and Len and his best friend are hanging out. Or, they're supposed to be. Instead, Len keeps staring at the girl four tables from them, as if mesmerized by her.
"Man, you need to go talk to her, or something. This weird infatuation you have with just creepily watching her like a stalker is not going to get her to notice you. And you're making me look nuts by talking to myself." Kaito say with displeasure, digging his spoon into his pudding with disdain.
"I'm not- not infatuated," Len clarifies, glancing at her again. "I just think Rin's- she's just pretty, is all-"
At that moment, the girl in question turns away from her friends and spots him. A bright smile appears, directed at him, and Len is starstruck by her shiny blue eyes and her golden hair and her slim, curvy figure-
Kaito clears his throat. "Uh, hey, buddy?"
"What?" The word comes out a bit ruder than he intends, a little miffed at being interrupted.
"Hate to break it to you, but your nose is kinda bleeding all over your shirt."
