It truly was a peculiar difference: a girl who looked sweeter than sugar, yet seemed so serious.
Cold, even.
Though this contrast was one St was sure he’d be able to work with - not quite as lovers yet, but as friends, perhaps? Whatever happened, he wanted to avoid making enemies here most of all.
“Yeah, let’s! If we hurry, we can make it in time for… well, whatever it is that you need to do there. I’ve got more than enough time.”
And with that, he followed her, trying to match her pace as much as possible.
She couldn’t help it. She was always a quiet girl and on top of that she hated interactions the most. But she could suck it up if she had to. She could appreciate the aesthetic of many things, mostly things that were bubbly and pastel. Perhaps it was to combat her cynical personality.
“What do you mean? Do you have a special class schedule or something?”
She found it peculiar that the other would say that. Just what did they mean?
