Sam is yours?

Sophie was preparing to leave the study room.

She grabbed her backpack, popped a piece of gum into her mouth - a basic habit to ensure she left no trace of food scent. Although her elegance went unnoticed, she didn't seek anyone's admiration. 

Often, pleasing oneself is more than enough.

With her backpack slung over her shoulder, she walked out of the study room and descended the stairs. Lunch breaks were short, so after a quick meal and rest, it was almost time to return to the classroom.

Outside, the bustling crowd was met with brilliant sunshine, which Sophie found repulsive, inexplicably irritating. Especially the glaring light, refracting off the tall buildings' glass, would abruptly remind her of Sam's handsome face.

Why did he suddenly come to mind?

Perhaps it was because he unexpectedly showed up in the study room today, as annoying as the glaring sun.