The Art of Falling in Love

Camilla looked over to the new boy sitting down in her seat, the same seat she had been sitting down for two hours straight for four months now. She bit her lip unsure if she should say something.

"Oh hey, am I in your seat?", his hazel eyes reminded her of freshly collected honey from a bee panel. Wait, what?

She blankly stared at him until she collected herself "Um no", she murmured before clearing her throat and sitting two seats behind him.

She placed her bottom on the unfamiliar cold chair and frowned.

Camilla couldn't help but glance at the new boy one and her beloved chair a last time before digging her head into her science textbook.