He was in two of his classes this semester, but Raye was pretty sure he still wasn't aware that she existed. Sure, she was unbearably shy around people she liked, but there had been classmates that she had managed to get a "Hello" out of when they saw each other on campus. Her crush, sadly, was not one of these people. He never seemed to notice her - he was always with other girls, ones Raye thought were far prettier. Her friends believed her to be too good for him, but when she saw him reading books she herself loved in the library, it gave her hope that they might have enough in common for him to actually enjoy her company. She hoped against hope, since while she saw him with girls, she never saw him actually keep a girlfriend. Maybe she was special enough, even for a moment. It had been a while since she had dated anyone, or even had feelings for anyone, so her hope made her feel hopelessly underexperienced for a popular guy like that.
Raye was 21, with short, wavy brown hair and hazel eyes. Her dark skin was covered in freckles and on that particular spring day, she was in purple jeans and a floral top. She was 5'5", not noticeably short by any means. She was sitting in their literature class, and she was scribbling away at their essay exam. When she finished, she looked up, and she noticed that he was still writing as well. She tried to make it less obvious that she was looking at him as she walked to the front of class to turn in her blue book, then walked outside. She could take a walk, for she had quite a while before her next class, but she decided to wait outside the classroom, hoping to catch her crush as he left and finally ask her out, to see if she had any sort of chance.
Raye was 21, with short, wavy brown hair and hazel eyes. Her dark skin was covered in freckles and on that particular spring day, she was in purple jeans and a floral top. She was 5'5", not noticeably short by any means. She was sitting in their literature class, and she was scribbling away at their essay exam. When she finished, she looked up, and she noticed that he was still writing as well. She tried to make it less obvious that she was looking at him as she walked to the front of class to turn in her blue book, then walked outside. She could take a walk, for she had quite a while before her next class, but she decided to wait outside the classroom, hoping to catch her crush as he left and finally ask her out, to see if she had any sort of chance.