The boy sitting diagonal from my seat had blonde hair and blue eyes. “omg you are to quiet. It’s not healthy for you.“ He gave a genuine smile. “Yeah I usually am that way until I get a girlfriend.” This was my freshman year and I had made a promise to try my best to go against my will and talk more. He looked like a sophomore or maybe a junior; a young junior. I returned my attention back to writing my poem but my curiosity kept nagging at my attention span, while my lack of interest pulled my eyes from my poem and back to his face.