Shaira's POV
Crash!
"Sorry, it was an accident," I apologized as I crouched down to gather the books scattered on the school corridor floor.
I admit it was my fault for walking without looking ahead. My eyes were focused on my phone screen, engrossed in replying to Santi's message. Until I didn't realize the fridge boy was passing in front of me with a stack of books in his hands.
"Here." I gave him the last book. I gave him my sweetest smile so that this guy, known for his cold demeanor, wouldn't get angry or put on his grumpy face. Maybe he'd return the smile.
He took the book without returning my smile, and the corners of my lips turned downward reflexively. The guy nicknamed the ice prince just walked away without saying a word. Annoying.
I pouted and shook my head at him. Can't
