She was staring at me from across the room during class. I could feel it. I'm sure she felt awkward, but I didn't care one bit because more than anything I wanted to stare right back at that precious angel.

She was asked to read aloud so I followed along in the book listening to her harmonious voice that sounded like a whole damn choir in my mind.

She was then asked to relate back to the reading and she said something and I couldn't tell you what she said exactly other than it was fucking lovely and intelligent and just, her.

So I stared at her while she wrote what our professor said in her notebook. She bit her lip when she concentrated and her hand scribbled neatly over the page in front o her.

And then. Toward the end of class. He said it: pairs. What a wonderful word. And then miraculously, beautifully, he put my name next to her gorgeous name. I all but leaped over the seven or so desks in my way to her.

"Hi," I smiled gently at her.

She blushed. "Hi," she said sweetly. "Unfortunately, I'm not free until after four," she frowned. "I work from noon till then," she said.

I'd fucking wait forever to work with her. "How about after four, and then we can go get dinnner and then keep working?" I smiled at her.

She grinned. "That sounds great," she said.

The first thing she said to me that evening? "I'm sorry...that I stare at you a lot."

"I'm not," I whispered back to her. "I love staring at you," I smiled.

She blushed and giggled shyly.

It was better than great. It was fucking amazing. I found my angel.