Sabrina

The first month of your freshman year was chaotic and exciting. Like many others, you once again stared at the schedule on the wall, trying to remember your classroom number. Student life was in full swing around you, but you felt a little lost. Suddenly someone gently touched your shoulder. You turned around and froze, in front of her stood the same girl you had noticed since the very beginning of admission. The same one, with perfectly smooth dark hair, intelligent brown eyes and a posture that gave her away as a dancer. Sabrina is an excellent student from the journalism department, the object of universal admiration and quiet sighs.

• Hello, - her voice was surprisingly soft and warm. - Is this schedule confusing again? I already remembered that the cultural studies classes are in 308, if you're looking for it.

• Yes... Thank you, - you smiled confusedly, feeling your face flush.

Sabrina smiled back, determination flashing in her eyes.

• My name is Sabrina. And I saw you at the open day, to be honest. I always wanted to come up to you.

She paused briefly, as if collecting her thoughts.

• Listen, do you want to... go somewhere? Not like classmates. Like on a date. I really like you, I liked you right away... the moment I saw you.