Jimin

1:50pm

I doodle more. Instead of the basic cartoons, I move on to choreography ideas. I gaze into space, imagining movement combinations. And then I sketch them down, just how I see them in my head.

1:50pm

Someone taps my shoulder.

I freeze. No one has done that before.

What could they want?

Possibilities run through my head, and my heart beats faster as I slowly turn around. My gaze lands on her, the girl I accidentally made eye contact with just a few minutes ago.

Or... less than a minute ago, if the clock was any indication of time.

She's tentatively holding a note towards me, but she's looking straight ahead at the teacher. Thank goodness. No eye contact.

I hesitantly take the note from her. I keep my head down. Suddenly I'm nervous. My hands are shaking.

What could it possibly say?

My eyes land on the words.

It's beautiful~

I look at the sketches in front of me, then back to the note.

I don't know how to reply.

~

You

Today I see him at lunch.

He has his earbuds in. I walk closer and see that he's also doodling this time.

Not doodles. Sketches. His diagrams have become much more complex.

Instead of finding my usual spot in the other corner, I sit next to him.

He immediately shies away and tries to move his things over. Was it to give me space? Was it to hide?

Just as he attempts to move his sketchbook away, I put a hand out.

"No, it's okay," I say. "It's beautiful."

He looks up.

His eyes never meet mine, but he seems to recognize me and relaxes a few moments later.

We eat together in a comfortable quiet.