SHE turned to Drei. She found him still staring at her. But then his eyes moved away from her when his cell phone on the table lit up. He picked up his phone and read something on it before he turned to her.

“I'm sorry, Irani. I have to go,” he said, putting his notebook in his bag.

"Is everything okay?" Irani asked him when she noticed he was suddenly restless.

“Yup. There's an emergency at home. I'm needed there."

"Oh," Irani muttered, didn't really know how to react.

Drei gave her a tight smile before he stood up. "I have to go," he said again before leaving her there.

Irani watched as Drei left the library. She then sighed and went back to her reading. A few minutes later, Irani felt someone take a seat beside her. She thought Drei went back.

But then when she looked to her left, she saw Red.

"What are you doing here?” she asked him with furrowed brows.

Red smirked at her as he raised the book he was holding. It was an engineering book. “Well, I'm reading,” he answered in a rather obvious tone.

"You're welcome here at my table," she said, rolling her eyes at him.

“Why?” His brow shot up. “Do you own this table?"

She pursed her lips. "No."

"See, you don't even own this table so you don't really have the right to push me away," he said, smirking.

She rolled her eyes at him again. Then she closed her book and stood up.

"Why are you leaving?" Red asked.

"Because you're already here," she retorted. She didn't wait for Red to answer back. She put the book back on the shelf where she got it before she left the library. But then she stopped when she saw that it was raining.

Her phone rang. It was her best friend calling her. She immediately answered it. “Hey, where are you? The play is about to start."

Irani bit her lower lip. “Wait. I'm still here in the library. I can't go there. It's raining. I have no umbrella, Cash."

She glanced at the door of the library when it opened. It was Red who went out. She saw how he picked up a yellow umbrella on the corner before he went to her. “Come on, shortcake. Let’s go.”

Irani then pursed her lip as she looked at him. “Are you sure?”

"Of course," Red answered, smirking at her.

Irani then had no choice but to go with Red.

“See, you still say yes in the end," Red commented at her, one side of his lips curved up.

"I only have no choice, Red," she said to him.

He looked down at her. “Why are you so defensive?” he asked, raising his thick eyebrow at her. Darn. She really hates his towering height over her.

They were inches away from each other. She could smell his cologne. She could feel the heat radiating from his body. And she couldn't understand why she could suddenly hear her heartbeat getting faster.

“Hey, you two there!”

They were already a few meters away from the library when someone shouted at them. It was a guy from the entrance of the library.

"That's my umbrella! How dare you take that!"

Irani's eyes widened as she turned to Red beside her. “This umbrella is not yours?" she asked him.

He shrugged as if what he did was nothing. “Don’t worry. I'll bring it back to him later.”

She gasped, shaking her head at him. "Tsk. You're crazy, Red."

She thought that Red would just smirk at her. But then she didn't expect it when he just looked at her with serious eyes.

“Yeah. Maybe I am crazy.”

Irani wanted to open her mouth to say something. But then she didn't know that in the end, she just chose to stay silent until they reached the theater building.

"No thank you, shortcake?" Red asked her, this time, he finally showed his famous smirk again.

"Fine, thank you," Irani said, slightly rolling her eyes at him. "Make sure to return that umbrella to its owner."

"Yeah. Don't worry," he said.

She heard Red's soft chuckle before she ran inside the theater building.

Number 2: A guy is into you IF he’s always around wherever you are.

“Wait?” Irani frowned when her classmate Che handed her a signed placard that said, Free Hug.

“Come on, Irani. We have to do this if we want students to buy our products."

Their college was celebrating its foundation day right now. Their class was required to put up a booth for fundraising. L of the sales would go to books and school supplies that would be distributed to the street children.

Their class was divided into four groups. Sadly, she was in a different booth with Cashmere.

It was summer so their group decided to sell fruit shakes.

“If Irani doesn't want it, then I'll do it," their gay classmate Albert said, his lips pursing at her.

“Shut up, Albert. No one will buy from us if you're the one going to hold that signage," Che answered. "Just let Irani do it."

Albert playfully rolled his eyes and flipped his imaginary long hair. "Tsk, you're really harsh on me, Che."
Irani just sighed before holding the signage.

"Hey, guys. Our fruit shakes are only fifty pesos!" Che announced to the students who were walking past them. "There's also a free hug from our beautiful Irani here if you decide to buy from us."

Irani pursed her lips when she noticed that most of their customers were girls.

“Maybe boys don't like fruit shakes," Albert said, pursing his lips. "I think they like energy drinks more."

Irani stopped when she saw a familiar guy nearby. It was Drei. He was walking towards hers.

Irani bit her lower lip as she tried to fix her hair.

“Hi, Drei,” she greeted him with a big smile when he stopped in front of their booth.