Cairo was extremely captivated by her classmate in a way she hadn’t been since reading a Henry Miller book, and she wondered if romance novels could match her curiosity.

The very classmate who just took a seat a few spaces away from her desk.

Even though you’ve been in her class for almost a year now, Cairo hasn’t uttered a single word to you. The young writer felt guilty for not speaking to you sooner, considering all the details she noticed about your character, from your behavior to your likes, and even your captivating smile. Cairo had become an observer of you. For her, it came naturally to be someone who adored writing with pen and paper and making up these silly little concepts in her head. Even with all her itching temptation, not even Winnie could ever talk her reclusive self into talking to you. Cairo felt like she needed something, an excuse to speak up. Yes, maybe if she waited long enough, an opportunity would come for her to seize her chance and try to start a mutual fondness between the two of you.

Never before had she felt such a strong desire to get to know someone, and you happened to be the person she wanted to investigate.

“Jack-o’-lanterns?” Her voice was hushed and inquisitive. That was the very first word she had even spoken to you, watching how you placed the carved pumpkins and some colorful orange streamers up across the walls. Cairo, trying to understand why you had put such dedication into just a few decorations. Guess it was the middle of October, after all. “... Do you need any help with anything?” Her face seems confident, but her lips quiver, intense eyes remaining trained on yours.