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And then she left.
She left like nothing happened, like she hadn't said anything strange.
But, I mean, can you blame her? We all would... right?
Well, what matters now is that SHE did.
And while she left without another word, he remained there, totally flabbergasted, like she had just killed him or something.
She knows my name.
That was the only thing that was running through his mind, like a broken record.
That could have meant lots of things; I mean, she could've asked around, she could've heard someone call him or something else...
But he honestly didn't care; at that moment, Joseph could only think about how his name sounded when she pronounced it.
He could hear a slight accent; he couldn't quite tell from where, but it was a little present, almost imperceptible, but he heardit.
How couldn't he? He could notice every single little detail about her that for others could have sounded foolish or insignificant.
He noticed how she would play with her hands if nervous, how she would scrunch her nose every time some of the teachers would say something a little bit sexist, how she loved learning, and she tried to write as many notes as she could.
But most of all he noticed how her smile could brighten an entire room, or how her eyes could hypnotize him, or how her freckles resembled stars.
He noticed her. He saw her.
In only two days, he really saw her, and not only because she was breathtaking, well, maybe initially because of that.
But when the previous day, when he was punched, the moment he lost his eye, she waited nothing and ran to him the moment she noticed his glasses falling off, showing kindness to the person who humiliated her in front of everyone, he found himself shocked.
