Thorns and Roses

11

Sameera sat in one of her classes, staring blankly at the lecturer as he explains things she knows she needs to read again before understanding. Her eyes darting from the lecturer to the wall clock just above the lecture board.

After spending the night reading 'The Harry Potter series' again, she blames no one but her eyes and her brain for deciding that's the best at the moment.

Luckily that's her last class for the day but she's got assignments. Her psychology lecturer gave them assignments. She is not complaining because among the two burrowed courses she is offering, psychology is her favorite.

She walked to the coffee stand to grab a cup before going to her favorite place to study, not the library because to her, the library is for sleeping.

She paid for the coffee and turned to leave only to crash into someone, spilling her books alongside the coffee on the person.

Could her day get any better?

She squinted in her eyes to avoid crying, pulling her bag pack to get a tissue.

"I am really sorry." She kept of muttering while dapping the coffee off the person's shirt.

"I guess we need a book to list down the shirts you are to buy." A familiar voice said from above her.

She moved her eyes slowly to have a clear vision only to be welcomed with a very familiar face.

"You!" Her voice came out, not as intended.

"Yes me."

"I....errr....sorry."

"Nope. It's high time I report you to the authority...oh wait...I am one." He said masking his supposed to be laugh with seriousness as he pointed towards his khaki trouser.

"It wasn't intentional I promise, just coincidences." At this point Sameera couldn't hold her tears back. She let them flow while Nurrain just stood there, staring confusingly at her.

"No...wait...oh shit." He placed his hands on his forehead trying to think of something to calm her down.

In his mind, he has already concluded that crying is one of her hobbies. He stood there and waited for her to finish crying before speaking.

"Sameera..." he started. Her eyes shoot wide open looking at him.

"You know my name?"

"Ofcourse, we met in Abuja remember?"

She nodded.

"Allow me to replace your coffee." He asked politely.

"Please." He added.

"I would have appreciated it but I have assignments." She replied looking down at his shirt, the stain of coffee on his white shirt that is hugging his body now, the little reflection of the sun faintly illuminating his abs. For some seconds Sameera kept staring.
He too, kept quiet thinking of the words to say. He is soo bad at this and one thing he couldn't understand is the magnetic pull he gets whenever she is around him, even though he met her just three times but he couldn't help it.

It's not Love; he assured himself after their second meeting.

"Okay sure, some other time. Can we text on WhatsApp?" He asked unsure of the question. She nodded gently and pronounced her digits.

The rumble in the sky brought them back from their thoughts. She brushed the stupid thoughts as she termed it and excused herself.

After what happened minutes back, she decided to go back home instead. The bus arrived just on time and for the hundredth time after her resumption she thank God that her apartment is less than five minutes drive from the main campus.