Love at first sight?
Towards Amanda Smith?
He snorted mockingly in his heart, a touch of ridicule flooding his mind.
Samuel Johnson really wanted to stride out of there. What was there to see about Amanda Smith anyway? But his feet were as though nailed to the floor, drifting involuntarily toward the stage.
Amanda Smith stood in front of the microphone, donning the high school uniform of a freshman. At this time, her figure was still petite, her soft, long hair draped over her shoulders, making her face seem even more crystal clear.
The thought alone caused Samuel Johnson's breath to catch slightly, and a subtle feeling emerged in his heart, growing clearer as he watched the classmate next to him who couldn't take his eyes off Amanda Smith.
His stomach began to feel heavy and blocked, and the young man furrowed his handsome brows, seemingly puzzled by his own feelings.
