Diamonds in your eyes

She sends him a quick glance and watches him raising his arm. The teacher asks him, of course. He is indeed a real operator with all of them. And with her. The blond woman who calls herself a pedagogue hands him the chalk. He has got a plain and simple handwriting, no scrolls or childish circles above his i's instead of dots.

As he heads back to his place, he casts a glance at her but she quickly lowers her gaze and brushes a strand of her short black hair out of her face. After cutting it a week ago it keeps falling in her eyes constantly, that's why she uses the next break for plaiting her hair. While plaiting it, she imagines him stroking her head, telling her how beautiful it looks like.

His hand's searching its way to the ceiling again. Did the teacher ask something? She's not quite sure because she hadn't been paying attention, being busy dreaming of him. She notices him letting his friend go first for the answer. She starts to investigate her fingertips, scrutinizing every single night-blue painted nail, and detects a few spots where the dark nail polish begins to peel of. She raises her head and her look wanders through the classroom, searching for something interesting, as she suddenly gets caught by his shiny mint blue eyes. She stares at him and what comes to her mind instantly is that they are so different from eachother, barely knowing one another but connected in a strange but wonderful way.

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Scratching his ear, he tries not to peep over to her. The question asked by the teacher is simple so he puts his hand up, answers it, writes the solution on the board. Heading back to his place, he tries to catch her eye, but she hurries to turn away. He leans his head back against the wall and watches his best mate answering the next question exactly the way he told him. It's a bit cold in the room despite all of the students sitting in here so he pulls his shirtsleeves over his wrists, intending to get warmer. But instead he just notices a stain of ink standing out against the beige material of his shirt.

He pulls a face, it's so embarassing! Hopefully she didn't see anything. He wants to check the situation and gets all caught by her stare. She seams calm and equable, like an anker in a storm, which makes him thinking of all their differences, but still he gets the feeling he's known her for a long time although they barely talked a word. A new kind of warmth appears in his chest.

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Lost in thought, she's packing her things, stuffing everything carelessly in her bag.

"Hey."

Raising her head, she discovers him standing in front of her table.

"Hey."

Tender, as one of those little birds.

He gives her a wide smile, admiring her eyes which can nearly be described as iridescent.

"Would you like to... I mean, do you want to... well, may I invite you to a coffee?"

He could kick himself for stammering like a dumbass. He must have sounded like a complete idiot! But she isn't even paying attention to his obvious lack of assurance, she just beams at him and nods happily.

"Great!"

He could kick himself once more. But at the same time, he can't stop looking at her and a bright smile forms on his lips.

For the first time in months their hearts are singing of joy.