He was in a classroom doorway, second floor; dying light was coming through the large windows, which made it a little weird for most of a class to be pulling out food for lunch. But it didn’t matter one bit to him as he entered and proceeded towards the back of the room.
Long, dark blue hair framed her face while a blue scarf covered her neck. She was wearing her usual attire of a short sleeve white t-shirt that now had an orange tint due to the light and dark blue, skin tight jeans that let him see almost every detail. Yep, he was going after her. Today was the day he had the courage.
He put a hand on the desk she was sitting at, getting her attention. “Hey.”
She raised her head to look at him with her golden eyes. “Oh, hi.” Her eyes glanced at her lunch. “Would you like some lunch?”
“I’m not interested in having lunch,” he replied, pushing the food aside before leaning down. Yes, this was go