It was late September, early fall. We were sitting in English 201 in college. It was your second year of college.

You were dazing out as our teacher lectured, doodling and coloring. Next to you, a guy had fluffy black hair, blond strands, beautiful, piercing blue eyes and clean face, with black rimmed glassed, focused on the lecture.

You stared at the tattoos along his arm, tempted to color them, but refrained, not realizing how much you stared.