I guess.
Now that I am here, I might as well tell the little story.
You see, I met this girl since first class. She arrived late to class, and sat next to me. She was really nice. We began to chat , short conversation.
Then, a couple of weeks later, I found her on the library, and from there we went to class. We sat next to each other once we got there, and began again with the short conversations. Nothing special.
Then this guy comes up there and asks her what is she doing there without them. She said she will sat next to them, the next class which she did. Fine with me.
A week after, after finishing some drawing I had to do, I was about to leave when I found her in the back. She was still putting the last touches to it. So, I went and talk to her. I knew a lil bit more, like she grew up in a hispanic family. She is adopted, thats what I understood. Anyways, she finished her project and I escorted her to the door. Bye, bye, and that was the last time I saw her.
As you see the big thing I am trying to pass through is this barrier between her, this guy and me. Still it is not such a hard thing though to do. I think.