He sat nibbling a cookie, eyes looking around vaguely. The blue and green flannel brought out the grey of his eyes, which never ceased to amaze me. A lock of black hair fell over his forehead. My hand slid up to the necklace, dangling on my neck, memories of the first day of class flashed back. How he had looked at me from a few tables away, how I was so curious about him. How I hardly knew anything about him but now I knew everything.
He took the bottle to his lips but stopped right before taking a sip when he saw me staring, and put the Coke back in the table. He took his phone, which was next to his tray, tapped on the screen and then lifted it up; there I heard the camera shutter sound. It caught me off guard, blinking a few times and frowning. "Why did you do that?"
"It's time stamp
