As the scholars settled into class their teacher introduced to them a new student who had recently joined their class.
"Today we have a new student who will be joining us from this point onwards, I expect all of you to cooperate with her and not to cause her any trouble especially you Mark." the teacher said.
"Now without further ado please introduce yourself to the class," she says with an inviting smile to the young lady.
The girl is a quiet strength and mystery combined, in dark-skinned youth. Her skin is dark, richly hued, like the surface of polished ebony or dark mahogany, gleaming subtly under the light with its natural luster. Her little frame was petite, her features delicate, giving her somewhat of a doll-like appearance; however, her eyes were dark, intense, or strikingly bright within their dark rims-signal a sharp intelligence and maturity beyond her age.
Her hair can be tight, coiling around her face in soft ringlets, or worn in an intricate braids fashion that illustrates her heritage, adding a regal quality to her features. Her face is often introspective, with observant eyes, like she catches the things others let slip by. There is a quietness to her, a stillness that makes heads turn in her direction, even when she does not say a word.
She could be plainly dressed but fashionably so, with perhaps a penchant for loose fabrics or overlaid elements that are draped across her little frame. This would contribute to the implied motion within her quite otherworldly and fluid presence. Small, she stands tall with an air of quiet confidence serving to immediately render her a subtle powerhouse. There's something mystifying in her smile, a suggestion that maybe there is a lot more to this little lady than initially meets the eye.
She calmly stands in front of the class and says, "Hello class, My name is Nadia, Nadia Ayana," Her voice is melodious and drifts through the class like a sweet aroma leaving them in awe of it as if it is nothing short of divine.
"You may choose a deskmate, and class if she chooses your deskmate you are gonna have to excuse her," she says teasingly as she knows this will wreak havoc within the class.
The boys begin shouting to catch her attention, "Here come sit next to me there is no one here," one says as he pushes his deskmate away.
The girls are disapproving of this behavior forgetting how they swoon for Willliam. Nadia sans the class for a suitable deskmate
She immediately notices him upon scanning the room; her gaze falls on him almost as if by some magnetic pull. He was seated by the glass window, lost in thought; the soft light was pale upon his face, bringing into great contrast his black hair and dark eyes to his fair skin. Everything else fades to a murmur as the world around her quietens, leaving only this boy by the window still in focus.
The softness of his presence catches her by surprise as her heart skips an involuntary flutter. Something almost poetic sits with him in the stillness, contemplative, as if part of the landscape, yet disconnected from it, something out of a painting come to life. She cannot help but study the way the light reflects off his dark hair, the softness of his expression, and the intensity in his gaze, even though he does not look at her.
The room feels warmer, her chest tight, an unfamiliar ache blooming there. She wants to know what hides behind his eyes in the way of thoughts, what stories he may have to tell. In that instant, she knew she wasn't just any stranger within his world because some connection had been made. She felt herself smiling at him, feeling so very vulnerable and excited all at once, so full of the sense that meeting him wasn't a coincidence.
The class caught on to that smile real fast and looked at the lucky guy as their necks turned their expressions grew grimmer and grimmer even the girls seemed displeased by this selection. Nadia who had yet to read the room skipped happily toward the guy who had piqued her interest.
With dejected expressions the boys gave up on the matter they should have expected this, they could only curse at their badluck for being placed together with this guy. The girl's eyes lit up with a burning flame as though they had acknowledged the competition.
"I want to sit there ma'am," she said the teacher without even looking at the place said," Yvonne please move out and allow Nadia your seat" She had expected this outcome as she knew of William's effect on the ladies. She turned to look at the spot as if to confirm her guess. As anticipated she saw Yvonne with a bleak expression as she moved away from her seat.
She feels her heart pounding in her chest as she starts to take deep breaths and begins walking toward the seat beside him. Her steps are soft, almost hesitant at first, yet with every step, she seems to be a little more steady, as though tugged by some unseen force toward him. The room around her seems to lengthen and blur, as if her focus has literally narrowed down to just one point, William.
Smoothing her hands over her skirt, the faint, nervous habit, she tucks a stray curl behind her ear, the fingers brushing against her cheek where the warm flush rises. As she draws closer, she can make him out better: the smooth curve of his jaw, the dark fringe of his lashes casting shadows across his pale skin, his eyes still lost to thought as he gazes out the window.
She finally reaches the seat and stops, mustering up her courage. She lets her voice come out soft, barely above a whisper, as she murmurs, "Is this seat taken?" Her words hang in the air, she completely ignores the girl who had been evicted from said seat, and she holds her breath, heart thumping, as she waits for his answer, hoping he will invite her into his world, even if just for a moment.
'What a drag' he thinks before assuming a joyful expression to please the lady."Well, not anymore." he says softly appealing to her senses.
With noticeable glee she takes the seat.