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Three o’clock in the afternoon. I lazily sat down on my chair, grabbed my binder, and patiently waited for the professor while drumming my fingers against the plastic surface of my arm desk, silently hoping that the lesson we would be discussing later would be worth my time. Five minutes have passed; the professor hasn’t entered the room yet. Eight minutes went by; I noticed the latecomers coming to class giggling and sighing in relief to see that the prof wasn’t around. Nine minutes; she silently closed the door behind her, with her bag slung over her shoulder and her books and folder tucked closely with her one arm. She hurriedly walked to her seat and I noticed her exhaling in relief, knowing that the prof wasn’t around. Eleven minutes; her eyes behind those glasses were focused on the dimmed screen of her laptop. She must have been reading an e-book or probably readings that were needed in our other subjects. Suddenly, she was distracted as her eyes went slightly big when she saw me looking at her. Not knowing what else to do, I smiled at her in greeting and she did the same with a small wave. Fourteen minutes; the door was abruptly opened by our first professor and class began.

I entered the university’s gate while scrambling my things, worried that I might be late for class. I checked my watch and groaned in frustration to see that I was actually fifteen minutes early. My eyes were suddenly caught by a familiar figure walking down the sidewalk; it was her. Her head was slightly bowed down and I could faintly hear the clicking sounds of her heels against the bricked ground. She had earphones colored white plugged in her ears. I then wondered what genres of music she loved to listen to. I noticed that from time to time, she wobbly walked as if she was losing her balance. I couldn’t help but wonder if her heels were bothering her or did her parents or siblings force her to wear one since she was already a college student. I must’ve been thinking too deeply that I lost sight of her.

I was boringly scrolling through my Facebook timeline when I came across her name and her profile picture which amazingly caught my eye. She was wearing a dark make-up which kind of made me smile. I then thought that she might have liked the idea of self-expression when it comes to visual art or she may have taken a liking to all things dark and horror at some point. I’d like to know her better, so I clicked on the button that said, “Add As Friend.”

She was standing next to the photocopy booth that was near our room. I politely greeted her and invited her to join the rest of us but she kindly declined. I guessed that she wasn’t the type to mingle with people, but rather spend her time by herself.

Another vacant time. I saw her giggling shyly with two girls as they ate their french fries and sandwiches that they bought in the convenience store outside the building. She must’ve grown used to the idea of socializing. I smiled.

Our Language professor was discussing and he suddenly asked the class a question with an answer that most of us couldn’t accurately give. Somebody raised a hand; it was her. She stood up, quickly pushing her glasses back on the bridge of her nose, and slightly raising her head in proudness as she gave the correct answer to the prof. We were all amazed and I couldn’t help but feel happy for her.

I just finished eating my sundae sorbetes and I was about to head back to class, when I saw her again. One arm tucked around her shoulder bag, the other hanging loosely by her side, the faint sound of her heels clicking on the stoned ground, and her back slightly slouched. I was about to say that her head was facing the ground but it wasn’t. She was actually facing ahead, looking straight at me with a smile.

And I smiled back.

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Three o’clock in the afternoon. I lazily sat down on my chair, grabbed my binder, and patiently waited for the professor while drumming my fingers against the plastic surface of my arm desk, silently hoping that the lesson we would be discussing later would be worth my time. Five minutes have passed; the professor hasn’t entered the room yet. Eight minutes went by; I noticed the latecomers coming to class giggling and sighing in relief to see that the prof wasn’t around. Nine minutes; she silently closed the door behind her, with her bag slung over her shoulder and her books and folder tucked closely with her one arm. She hurriedly walked to her seat and I noticed her exhaling in relief, knowing that the prof wasn’t around. Eleven minutes; her eyes behind those glasses were focused on the dimmed screen of her laptop. She must have been reading an e-book or probably readings that were needed in our other subjects. Suddenly, she was distracted as her eyes went slightly big when she saw me looking at her. Not knowing what else to do, I smiled at her in greeting and she did the same with a small wave. Fourteen minutes; the door was abruptly opened by our first professor and class began.

I entered the university’s gate while scrambling my things, worried that I might be late for class. I checked my watch and groaned in frustration to see that I was actually fifteen minutes early. My eyes were suddenly caught by a familiar figure walking down the sidewalk; it was her. Her head was slightly bowed down and I could faintly hear the clicking sounds of her heels against the bricked ground. She had earphones colored white plugged in her ears. I then wondered what genres of music she loved to listen to. I noticed that from time to time, she wobbly walked as if she was losing her balance. I couldn’t help but wonder if her heels were bothering her or did her parents or siblings force her to wear one since she was already a college student. I must’ve been thinking too deeply that I lost sight of her.

I was boringly scrolling through my Facebook timeline when I came across her name and her profile picture which amazingly caught my eye. She was wearing a dark make-up which kind of made me smile. I then thought that she might have liked the idea of self-expression when it comes to visual art or she may have taken a liking to all things dark and horror at some point. I’d like to know her better, so I clicked on the button that said, “Add As Friend.”

She was standing next to the photocopy booth that was near our room. I politely greeted her and invited her to join the rest of us but she kindly declined. I guessed that she wasn’t the type to mingle with people, but rather spend her time by herself.

Another vacant time. I saw her giggling shyly with two girls as they ate their french fries and sandwiches that they bought in the convenience store outside the building. She must’ve grown used to the idea of socializing. I smiled.

Our Language professor was discussing and he suddenly asked the class a question with an answer that most of us couldn’t accurately give. Somebody raised a hand; it was her. She stood up, quickly pushing her glasses back on the bridge of her nose, and slightly raising her head in proudness as she gave the correct answer to the prof. We were all amazed and I couldn’t help but feel happy for her.

I just finished eating my sundae sorbetes and I was about to head back to class, when I saw her again. One arm tucked around her shoulder bag, the other hanging loosely by her side, the faint sound of her heels clicking on the stoned ground, and her back slightly slouched. I was about to say that her head was facing the ground but it wasn’t. She was actually facing ahead, looking straight at me with a smile.

And I smiled back.