Taming Him with My Innocence

Chapter-5 Something Changed

I don't know who he is. He is in my class. He came along with other classmates. Why did I never see him in my class? Am I so dumb that I can believe I don't remember him? I encountered him in the canteen. The way out to the canteen is narrow and crowded with people, as if there were no other place in the world. They placed all the craft equipment, heaps of drawing papers, and printers in the tiny space. We needed to cross all that to reach the billing counter. People were moving slowly. They were taking time to purchase. How in the world did I not see this university being poorly designed, barely maintained? I spotted some of my classmates in the crowd and called them. They turned to me and greeted me. That guy with the beard and long hair came down to buy some art supplies for the project, and people had already started calling him an art genius. I don't know how they decided That.

This mysterious guy was right behind him. He was so tall that it made me look like a little girl before them. Thanks to my curves, I might not look like a younger girl anymore. I felt he was calling me short in 3 different languages.

Now I am self-conscious about how I look, what clothes I'm wearing. Sh*t I didn't realize the white paint stains were all over my jeans and dark blue shirt, fellow. This is what you get for choosing your passion. He is a good-looking guy. I have never seen such a distinctive set of eyes on any man. He is different. Any girl would check him twice in normal circumstances. Finding a good, mild-looking guy in India is like a big jackpot, I finally swam across the crowd,and we all together claimed up the stairs till the fifth floor, i didn't know how I missed him I Almost talked to each and every person in my class to join my group. however, I didn't see him.

This tall figure is hard to miss. We all entered the classroom immediately. This guy put on hoody on his head and plugged in the headphones to his phone sat in the corner of the room, and he was watching some series.What an odd thing to do , he was so unserious about the project, I went and asked his team members they told me that he has already done his part of work so he wants to chill in the remaining time.

That's a new thing I've heard. While designing, what I believe is that it's never enough. No matter how much time you get or how long you work on any project, it's never enough. I always want to add and improve. After seeing him, I realized that people are different, and some prefer to work within limits and then want to relax.

and there are more introverted people than me, that's why I didn't remember him, I am trying to talk to people and come out of my shell, madeena is also the same , that's why we both got along cmbecause we have some similarities.

At last, we have completed the assignment and design lecture Was Kida was satisfied with our class work and appreciated it; I still don't know how she's going to score - she said she will announce them tomorrow. I can finally rest. We took some pictures and videos with my new friends and placed the assignment in a safe place in the store room. That's when I discovered all the works done by our seniors and people before them; those were left unattended, and a lot of dust had collected on them. I felt sad - are we supposed to leave our hard work to rot in this place?