As soon as the classes for the second semester started, I finally found the person I’ve been looking for in my entire life. My eyes caught something attractive in the distance and glued invisible on him. I sat on the right side of the classroom, which was ten chairs away from the exit door.
The moment he entered his foot inside the four corners of the classroom, the time halted as if it was me and him only. His thick black eyeglasses perfectly framed his dark brown eyes matched his light brown skin as well as his rose plump lips. He was dashing, of course. No doubt hundreds of girls fall at his feet. Wearing white polo uniform with a pocket on the right and black slacks, he strode around the classroom gracefully and pulled out the first chair he saw and sat on it.
His fingers skillfully tapped his chin while his eyes roamed around the classroom. He carefully watched the movements of our instructor, who was busy reading aloud the thick black instructional material he’s holding for the class.
I leaned on my chair as my eyes flickered on my black notebook in front of me. I flipped the pages of X-marked photos with red ink, suddenly halted at the page where a taped picture of a guy who looks identical to him. He wasn’t marked cross red yet.
Oh, what a sight to kill.
