She walks into class with her leather jacket. She is late, as always. The teacher scolds her and she rolls her eyes, sitting in the only free seat left, next to Isaac.

Isaac looked over as the familiar looking leather jacket came into view from the corner of his eye. He recognized the voice of the reprimanding teacher scolding her for walking late into class once again. He shifted slightly in his seat to move over a little, making room for her to sit. He looked over to his side to get a better look at her.

The teacher continued to go over the day's lesson plan while Isaac continued to glance over at her from time to time. He had been stuck as her seat mate this past semester, and he had gotten used to her tardiness and careless yet confident attitude. Her leather jacket and rebellious demeanor didn't match her sweet, soft, and elegant looks.