Anna and Lana weren’t thrilled about staying after class; the monotony of the empty classroom stretched endlessly. Restless and bored, they looked for anything to pass the time. That’s when they noticed a classmate—an awkward, quiet boy sitting a few desks away—glancing their way. At first, his attention annoyed them, but as boredom turned to curiosity, the girls decided to have some fun. They whispered and giggled as they caught him sneaking glances. “Why do you keep looking over here?” Lana finally asked, her tone sharp. The boy stammered, unable to respond. Lana leaned back in her chair, smirking. “Looks like someone has a little crush,” she teased. As they prodded him with questions, they noticed his gaze kept drifting downward—to their feet. The realization hit them simultaneously, and they exchanged mischievous looks. “Oh, I see,” Lana said with a sly grin, slipping off one shoe and wiggling her toes. “This is what you’re interested in?” Anna laughed, pulling off her own shoe. “You’re in luck,” she said mockingly, “but fair warning—I haven’t changed my socks in days.” She waved the sock in front of him, the musty odor making even Lana wrinkle her nose in exaggerated disgust. Deciding to push further, the girls tossed the sock toward him, laughing as it landed on his lap. “Go ahead,” Anna said. “You’ve been staring long enough.” The boy’s face flushed, but he didn’t move, caught between embarrassment and intrigue. Encouraged by his reaction, the girls took turns teasing him, pressing their bare soles toward him with mocking comments and exaggerated gestures. By the end of their antics, the boy looked both overwhelmed and oddly exhilarated, while Anna and Lana laughed uncontrollably, their boredom long forgotten.