Stranger~ Natasha Romanoff

Part 2

I hear a knock on my door. It should be y/f/n.

I almost forgot about class, it's only the second day and I'm already bored... Anyway, I walk to the door and open it. Indeed, it's yf/n. I look at her with a dead look.

"Wow, glad to see you so cranky," she says as she walks into my house like it's her house. She sits down on the couch without saying anything more, I join her. "Are you okay?" she asks, noticing that I'm not listening to her. "Sorry, I had a rough night, that's all." I reply still not meeting her eyes. "Are you sure? Because you did the same thing all day yesterday?" She looks at me with a mixture of insistence and concern. "What thing?"

I don't understand what she's talking about? "You know that thing when you're in your thoughts, are you living in a fantasy world in your head or what? You zone out a lot." She says as she gets up and heads to the door to get her bag. This reminds me that we have to go to class now, I meet her at the door and give her a reassuring smile to let her know I'm okay.

We both take a cab, after about 10 minutes we walk into the classroom and both sit at our desks.

We only have 2 hours of French class today, so it's a short day. That's a good thing because I honestly won't be able to deal with all these people all day, not that I don't like them, it's just not the day. I get lost in my thoughts again, when I remember "N" once more. I don't know their names, so I'll call them that for now. I'm happy for once that something interesting is happening in my life, I mean, I know it's absolutely nothing but you know, talking to a random person without even knowing their name is pretty exciting.

Time is long and there is about an hour left before the class ends. I decide to pick up my phone even though I usually focus on what the teacher is saying, but now I know I won't anyway. I click on the conversation with N. I could text them, maybe they are waiting for me to text them? Plus, I want to know more about this mysterious person.

Hi :)

Hello

How are you?

I'm tired but I'm fine I guess. French class is boring

French?

Yeah...

I can speak french.

Really? Where did you learn?

Long story you don't want to know.

Wait, you're french?

No I am not. I'm russian

OMG that's cool

Just like the Black Widow!

Haha yeah

Just like her.

Wait, how do you know she is russian?

Well, I'm still aware of what's going on in our world.

Knowing a little bit about the people who fight for us every day is the least I can do.

I don't get any reply. Why aren't they answering? Did they really left me on seen? Did I say something wrong?

It's been around 10 minutes since I send the last message, still no answer...

My phone screen lights up, FINALLY.

That's nice

That's it?? Ten minutes waiting only for a "that's nice". This is- awkward- but okay.

The ring bells and I start gathering my things. "Ugh, that was the slowest two hours of my life," y/f/n says with a half-smile on her face. I roll my eyes and smile back. To be honest, the first hour was really long but the second was actually pretty good. I say goodbye to my friend and get into the first cab I find. The only thing I want to do right now is go home, lay in my bed and talk to N.