(Amelia's POV)
"Amelia Clinton," I heard my name. The way he said it, the way it sounded, made me freeze. My brain rattled violently with questions pouring, 'Did he just call my name? But why? Why would he? And~ … why is he even sitting here, right across from me, huhh? When there are tons of vacant seats. Just why? Is this all my imagination? Am I thinking too much about him? My mind must be playing games on me.'
I was so deeply doused in my chain of thoughts that when he mumbled, "Quite charming~ … when you are focused. Haha~ …." My instinctive reaction was to flinch. But that was just on the inside, outwardly, I kept a void expression, zeroed my eyes at him and said, "Keep quiet, this is the library." My voice came out much colder, more stoic than normal. Must be because of the pent-up irritation.
