Class was nearly over and her professor’s voice was muffled by the sound of the
and hurried whispers
among her peers.
She looked up from her doodle filled notebook
for what felt like the first time since class began
when a different voice broke forth.
It was truly a distinctive sound—
unlike any other she’d come to encounter in her lifetime.
It was r a w,
with an inquisitive undertone,
savoury and lain in velvet…
w a v e r i n g
between gentle and coarse
with each new juncture in the shared conversation.
She looked across the table to where the boy with the
s i l v e r y
voice was sitting.
He was seemingly tall,
with dark hair that hid under a ball cap.
He had large almond eyes
whose color she could not determine
because the lights in the classroom were off
due to the projector.
But they were genuine and serious.
She then noticed the hoop hugging
the right side of his full bottom lip
and realized it was the boy
her friend had told her about.
She watched him carefully and t h o r o u g h l y ,
as he debated with their professor over politics
and decided that he was intelligent and idealistic if not a little arrogant.
The unacknowledged truth of it was that
she was intimidated by his cleverness
and the l y r i c a l
way he formed and revealed his ideas
and therefore subconsciously
made the decision not to speak with him.
By the end of the class she concluded that
she likely couldn’t be friends with him anyway.
She had a boyfriend of five years and he made her too curious.