I don;t know why, but I suddenly had this faint flash of memory:

Before the start of choir practice, I was doing my maths homework, where I stumbled upon a hard question. actually it wasnt hard, the reason i couldn't think of the damn solution was because you were sitting beside me, and staring at what I was doing.

Few seconds passed and my hand that was holding my pencil was shivering ever so slightly while my eyes just kept rereading and rereading the question without raking my brain for an answer.

Don't remember what came next, but your fair white hand took the pencil away from my ugly dark brown hand, and while explaining, wrote down the solution for me.

Your handwriting was smaller and neater, than my untidy scatches.

So yeah, so I spent the whole training with a blush on my face, thinking how stupid I probably am to you.