A was sitting in a seat in the cafeteria, trying to read, when somebody sat down next to her.
"Well, fancy seeing you here." She turned her head. It was the boy from the parking lot. She sighed, and closed her book.
"What do you want?"
"Just wondering . . . I never caught your name, earlier."
"Artemis." He nodded.
"Cool. I'm Dylan." He stuck out a hand, and she reluctantly shook it.
His eyes are really green. She thought. Then No. Concentrate on your book. She picked up the book. She tried to concentrate, she really did. But the memory of his eyes was all she could think about. And his smile, with that perfect mouth. And those freckles-
Stop it, A! It took her a moment to realize she was holding her book upside down.
Dylan sat down at a table, and decided to follow Artemis's example and read. But he couldn't get the image of her face out of his an instant, when they shook hands, she had smiled. And her eyes lit up, and the dimples in her cheeks were clearly visible, and her mouth-
Stop it, Dylan.
"Something tells me you're not actually reading that book." Lindsey, a popular cheerleader, said to him.
"Huh? Why would you say that?" She raised an eyebrow, and walked away. It took him a moment to realize that his book was upside down.