Her eyes hid behind her thick and long lashes as she twirled the straw in her cup. Time ticked slower in her head as she glanced over the boy at the other table.

His voice was loud and his smile was big. There was this vibrancy in his whole being that draws her to him. But more importantly, the beauty mark just below the corner of his lips danced with the movement of his mouth.

He speaks. He laughs. He pouts and more. The time she spends to watch him at the cafeteria was a time well-spent.

Just then, his eyes met hers while he had a big smile on his lips. Blood rushed to her face and her hand stopped moving. As if noticing that she...