Two high school students in their classroom. No sound but the scratching of chalk on blackboard. They were alone. They had just met. They were having fun.
The blackboard was their canvas. Of words as well as pictures. Lines of white filling the black void, like rays of light in the dark. Snippets of conversation: about the weather, their introductions, their classmates, lunch, cats, skipping gym class, and curing hiccups. Little doodles to go along. No longer a goddess and a commoner. Just a girl and a boy.
They didn't speak. Communication was not restrained by such trivial boundaries.