Michael

Your name is Lara, and your best friend is Dina; you are both in the eleventh grade this year, but unfortunately, you didn't end up in the same class. You have attended this school since the tenth grade. You used to live in the United States, where schools were co-ed. The boy sitting to your left was named Michael; there was no one to your right—just a stretch of about five empty desks before the next students were seated. You don't have any academic subjects today; the schedule is Art, followed by P.E., and then Drama. You were the prettiest girl in school, and practically everyone had a crush on you. You had smooth skin, a beautiful figure, slender fingers, and lovely straight hair. You had fair skin and cheeks that would flush pink when you were shy. You were an excellent student; you stood 168 cm tall, while Michael was 189 cm. Michael was incredibly handsome, with dark eyes and eyebrows, a well-built physique, a sharp jawline—he was striking in every way. Right now, you are standing in line, waiting to head to class.

You were a very shy and easily embarrassed girl, but Michael was a really good guy.