"Class dismissed." said the teacher monotonously to the less-than-enthusiastic crowd of students. Anna, thankful that she managed to keep her eyes open throughout the lackluster speech about quadratic functions, shot up to leave, eager for the lunch period. She saw lunch as a break from the stress- filled jumbled mess of the school day. An oasis away from strict teachers and punishing work.

At her locker, Anna could see a feel a familiar presence approaching. "Anna!" called Hans, poorly shaven, wrinkled, buttoned shirt only half tucked in his khakis. (Although he may look like crap, he always had a thing of dressing up) His shining orange-red hair that Anna fell in love with was dull and stood up all around his head. He reeked of alcohol and smoke. Hans was not like this in the beginning. He was a gentle, sweet soul. He was a man that could be considered royalty because of his manners. He began to change when he met his friends. Twelve boys at the high school who were notorious for giving hell to teachers and students alike.

"Hans, you look and smell like complete shit." Anna told him with irritation standing out in her tone. "Don't be like that," Hans replied, obviously belittling the redheads insult. "Let's go to lunch. I'm starving!" Still annoyed with her significant other, Anna licked her palm and attempted to fix his hair. Coming to terms that nothing would help him at the moment, they walked to the cafeteria.

As they ate, Anna stood up to get napkins. She excused herself from the table that consisted of her, Hans, and the twelve trouble makers he called friends. It seemed rather pointless as a boy named Oscar in the group was entertaining everyone by telling a story of the last girl he…. well… it's pretty obvious. As Anna made her way back from the dispensers, she noticed a table where only one person sat. It was Elsa. The beautiful French girl was sitting alone. There would occasionally be a boy who sat down with her in an attempt to "hook up." Anna would feel a bit of sadness mixed with frustration when another potential suitor would go to Elsa's table, but then a spark of happiness when another person left Elsa's table, defeated, unable to befriend the stunning girl.

"Hey Hans?" Anna asked. "Would you mind sitting at that table over there with me?" She pointed to the table with Elsa, currently eating lunch without disturbance. "Damn," Hans said. "Now who is THAT hot piece of-" Anna did not hesitate to smack him, silencing the table. "Ouch!" he said, rubbing the imprint Anna had left on his cheek. "I was kidding, I was kidding. She doesn't even have any friends."

Anna, irritated with the insult Hans gave Elsa, stood from the table and left. Hans saw and shrugged his shoulders then continued with the table conversations. As she was beginning her approach, Anna got nervous. "What if she prefers being alone? What if she thinks I'm trying to come on to her like the rest of the people who sat at her table? I mean, she can't blame me. She's beautiful. She's gorgeous. And that accent? It's incredibly sexy and-" her thoughts cut off when she realized she was not even 10 feet from the table. She had a much better view of the French girl, still wearing gloves. It looked as if her clothes were her armor, and she was protected all over.

"Oh my lord, Anna noticed me! Is- is she coming? To sit? With me? Mon Dieu!" Elsa thought with excitement. "Bonjour, Anna!" she called out with the brightest smile. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Hi Elsa! I just thought maybe y-you'd like some company?" Anna asked nervously with a high pitched tone at the end.

"Yes!" Elsa thought, now with a grin on her face. "Of course, please! Have a seat!" "I'm smiling like an idiot…"

"Her smile is so precious!" Anna thought."Thank you! So how has your day been? I hope missing first period didn't shake you up too much!"

Elsa giggled, remembering the encounter and said,"My day has been great!" ("Now that you're here" she thought.) "After I got to class, everything became smooth!"

After a brief moment of smiling and a little hushed laughter in reminiscence of the little accident after first period, there was an awkward silence. What was possibly five minutes of silence felt like years. Each girl waited for the other to initiate conversation. What was homework? What's your favorite color? Do you like the weather? Anything that could break the soundless tension. "Oh damn, this is getting bad. Come on Anna, think. What do I say?" "So, uh, Elsa. Maybe after school this Friday, would you like me to show you some fun places around Arrendale?"

"I-is this what Americans would consider a date? Please please please be a date." Elsa pleaded to herself. "That sounds wonderful, Anna! You have my number? Text me the details!"

Anna's face lit up, smile stretching from ear to ear. "So it's a date?" She blushed, getting redder than an apple. "Oh shit, did she hear that? You IDIOT! She's going to think you're creepy! What if she doesn't like girls! Her attempt to hide what she had just said proved fruitless as she just kept on stumbling on her words. "Oh no, I didn't mean! Unless you wa- If that m-makes you uncomfortable, Oh my. I'm s-s-sorry, I didn't mean- it just slipped!"

"Oui! It's a date! Je suis tellement excitée!" Elsa thought to herself

Before Anna could continue her self deprecating thoughts and mixed up words, Elsa interrupted with a laugh,"It's a date!"

Both girls feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness, they just sat there. Admiring each other.

Before the moment could last, the bell ending the lunch period rang.

"So Friday?" Elsa confirmed.

"Friday!" Anna reassured.

"I can't believe this is actually going to happen!" Elsa thought to herself as she made her way to her next class.

"I can't wait for this Friday!" Anna thought, grabbing extra books at her locker.

"Friday."