A short dream based story with a few innovatory details. Teaser: It was me and Tania that were left at the end. The thought alone sent a chill spiraling down my spine and back up to the neck. We had never really talked, but still I felt there lied some chemistry between us. She wasn't the prettiest in the class, but she sure was attractive - the attractive who you would occasionally find yourself staring at. Also, the frequently awkward, and heart-skips-a-beat kind eye contacts between us in the past gave me the impression that she too felt attracted towards me. I was kind of certain that there was an attraction - a lust? Of course it could have been just me, and how she was only responding in return to my creepy-deemed stares, telling me to abort them; but then again I wasn't confronted as of yet which had always been the procedure. So in that still moment, she knew it and I knew it: We both were, undeniably, going to be make-out partners and it was only a matter of -what would seem infinite- minutes, that we'd have our fortunate lips thrusted against each other.