For the longest moment, Nathan stared at Rhiannon, trying his hardest not to appear so obvious. But subtlety had failed him and he found himself openly gazing at her. She noticed and, slightly embarassed by his gaze, turned so her silkly black hair replaced her profile. When he realize what had happened, he cast his eyes back into his books and tried to lose himself but the words didn’t seem as remotely engaging as they had before she’d entered the room.
“You really shouldn’t stare at her like that,” the woman at his right said. “It’s really quite creepy. Especially since you look just the slightest bit slackjawed when you do.”
Nathan’s cheeks flushed.
“If you want to talk to her, just walk up to her and talk. Because this gazing from afar thing isn’t working out for you.”
Even against his better judgment, he knew she was right. Watching Rhiannon had gotten him nowhere. Chances were likely that she thought him decidedly creepy. But what could he do? He didn’t have the courage to approach someone like her. Especially given the fact that she excelled at her studies and he barely achieved adequacy.
Nathan looked at the woman on his right. Part of her face was hidden by her almost immaculately straight, crimson hair but he could see one of her startlingly blue eyes watching him. Her thin nose accented her face perfectly, the same way her thin eyebrows and full, naturally reddened lips augmented her beauty.