It was a beautiful summer day. Olivia wore a white shirt and the sun came through the windowcell. 

Everything seemed white and beautiful that day.  A beautiful ethereal feeling you don't often have. 

She had her most trusted mechanical pen hand. However, the subject the teacher was happily teaching didn't really make much sense to her.

"Olivia" was the only thing written on that paper that lied on her table. 

Familiar fingers swiftly stole her notebook from her side to his. 

This teacher is not the nicest person in the world, she couldn't risk making a sound. But she was still curious. 

Her sight strayed away to his hands, Miller had also borrowed her mechanical pen for the time being. What was he doing? 

She started looking ahead, to where the teacher was chanting her level 30 spell. Called Advanced Maths.

Did he finally understand Derivatives? 

"It is all for today, youth!" the teacher proudly said her catchphrase "Youth". Olivia wouldn't dare to laugh. It would certainly be very juvenile for her to laugh because of that… As much as she wanted to. 

She turned her head around reaching for her pen. Nowhere to be found. 

Beside her, Miller was oddly focused on something. Enough for him to not have even stood up. 

"Miller? Do you like the derivatives this much or did you lose it for real this time? " she giggled as her hand found his shoulder. 

"Oh, right! I have to go…" he hurriedly stuffed whatever he had on the table in his bag "Here this is for you." he smirked and left running through the door with only one strap of his bag on. 

She looked down at her hand, remembering his warm touch in her palm. Her pen and a little piece of torn paper with a frog drawn on. 

A cute frog named Olivia. 

“So I am a frog, huh?”

If it was Serina she would probably be something else. 

Olivia held in that little piece of paper tightly, it didn't matter if it ended up creased. It was still a piece she had of him.