Designer L.

He was not sure how much longer he could hide his affections for her. Every of her move and action was like a slow trigger, a constant addiction, his cure, and obsession.

If only she knew about it...

He had first met her on his first day as a lecturer in the school. Coincidentally, she was a first-year student who was reporting to the school for the first time too. He saw the thin girl sitting on the ground, her curls were rough and their strands plastered on her sweaty face. She had a bag placed between her legs, she searched in the bag furiously while her lips uttered curses in her frustration.