The cake was good, perhaps a touch too sweet for his tastes, something to be washed down with a few gulps of tea. But when he felt those unusual eyes on him and raised his eyes and met that unusual gaze, he found he couldn't swallow another bite.
When he showed up to class without his book, I knew my opportunity to speak to him had finally arrived. I walked up to him with feigned confidence and offered to let him use mine. Fortunately, I had an extra copy.