ABOUT HALF AN HOUR passed with his optimism growing each second. A girl had been staring, a girl that once held his attention in fresher's year before Annabelle, Somie. She was not too fine, but she was tall, taller than him a little; elegant and had a sexy British accent, but his infatuation died as soon as he found out she had a loud mouth and treated guys like him like scum – guys that were broke and were still shorter than her. Now, she admired him, he was sure. He did not quite catch her, but he noticed it through his peripheral vision. She would whip her head so fast, when he looked her way that Somtoo worried that she would strain her neck, just because she did not want to be caught staring and awestruck.
He smiled, his heart smiled. He liked this tilt in the universe.
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