Tim found himself only half listening to Dwight as he talked about things Tim could have cared less about. What really had his attention was the young student that was a part of their experiment group and currently sitting next to him at the dining table. She was all he had been able to think about since he first saw her earlier that day. As he half-heartedly attempted to keep the conversation with Dwight going, he kept sneaking glances over at her. Her masses of dark brown hair fell around her shoulders and framed her face. He found it cute how she had to repeatedly retuck her hair behind her ear. He watched her small hands as she cut up her food, and found himself wondering how it would feel to hold them. As the others talked noisily amongst themselves, she remained quiet, which intrigued him. He got the feeling she was not like the other students involved in the experiment.
"Miss Meyer, would you please hand me the basket there by you?" he asked.
Leah looked up at him when she heard her name being said, and for a brief moment all time seemed to stand still. "God, is she beautiful," Tim thought to himself, and found he was unable to look at anything else but her. She had warm brown eyes that were big and full of innocence. She had an adorably upturned nose, and a soft mouth that was just begging to be kissed. To him, she was absolutely perfect. "Did you say something, sir?" Leah asked, her voice quiet and like a gentle wind.
He gave a small smirk and echoed, "Would you please pass me the basket sitting by you?"
"Oh, of course. Sorry," she said, and gave a sheepish grin as she grabbed the basket and handed it to him.
"Thank you," he said with a chuckle as he took the basket from her, and noticed his hand had landed over hers. Her skin was softer than he had imagined. She looked down at their hands, and back up at him before quickly pulling her hand away. Tim gave another small smirk when he saw the deep blush that came to her face, and continued to discreetly study her.