"Hey."
Pause. Look up. Confusion. "...hi."
"I saw you from across the room. You looked sad, so I decided to come talk to you."
Blink. Blink. "...oh. Well... um... hi." Tiny smile, as though it'll crack.
"You're in my math class, right?"
Recognize her now. "...yeah. Professor Stanton."
She laughs, and I've never noticed how pretty she is, even though I see her every day. "Yeah, that's some bullshit, isn't it?"
Smile a little more. "Yeah, it definitely is."
"Did you study for the test tomorrow?" She's playing with her hair, it's really blonde, but not in that fake platinum-from-a-bottle way. Always pegged her for one of the snobby popular girls, but she seems really nice.
Wait - test? Oh, shi- "No... I forgot all about it, to be honest."
That elicits a giggle - she's very happy. "Good, I'm not alone then."
Laugh a little with her. Feels good. "Yeah... nice to know I'm not the only procrastinator."
Share a smile for a minute. Then, "Well, I'd better get going. The prof gets super mad if I'm late. Talk at ya later, 'kay?"
Silent for a moment, the words are stuck, can't think - "O-okay. Yeah. See you in class."
"Hehe... bye!"
And she's gone as fast as she appeared. My food is cold. But I'm still smiling.