The bell rung. I watched as everyone quickly left class, I waited for Yanira. That dumb boy had already left. I watched as her pencil rolled off her table, i kneeled down to get it.. I felt her soft fingers brush against mine when i gave it back to her. She smiled. She smiled, at me.
Our eyes locked. She was so enticing. Her gaze, her smile, her style, her everything. She's so.. special.
She has this way of making everything around her feel like a cozy embrace, like a blanket fresh from the dryer. Her smile radiates a gentle warmth that seems to wrap around you, melting away the chill of any day. It's not just the warmth of her presence, but the kind of warmth that makes you feel seen and cherished, like a favorite spot in the sun where you can't help but relax and smile.
I asked her if we could eat lunch together, She agreed.
We walked together, she told me about her interests.. I love learning about her. She's so unique. She said she loves romance, maybe I should pick up a book for her.
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Us In That Picture
Teen FictionYanira Rodriguez, the sweet innocent pink haired girl, and a total book nerd, believes that love would involve a handsome boy that would sweep her off her feet. That was until high school, when a certain brown and blue haired girl was in her classro...
