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For the entire morning, he lost the ability to concentrate.

For some reason, he found it hard to follow the lectures more than usual.

To him, the professor's words were faint and muffled from where he sat.
He couldn't hear what he was talking about.

His hand felt numb from holding his pen tightly for so long.

The empty page of his notebook seemed to be mocking him.

He sighed.

His eyes trailed over to the girl from the cafe who was seated at the front.

She was whispering something to the person beside her, quietly laughing.

Then, suddenly, as though she had sensed his gaze,
she turned behind and met his eyes.

A look of surprise went over on her face.

Then, she grinned and waved.

He looked away, catching sight of the umbrella beside him.

In that moment,
he decided:



Lunch.

I'll give it back at lunch.

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