Matching shoes!

It's unbelievable, really. I swear I don't do it on purpose, it's more of an impulse. But I can't believe it.In high school I didn't talk to any girls, it's not like I had the desire to either, but the few times I did I treated them with indifference. A bit badly, even. I apologize for that. In the month I've been in college, I've only made friends with one guy. Nice guy, but I didn't become friends with any girls. And that's okay, I didn't need to.So why do I feel this urge to talk to this girl. Why. Is it the fact that this is the first time I've seen her in college? Her pale skin contrasted by her dark brown hair? Could it be her eyes the color of... Wait, what color are her eyes?I will turn around one more time, the last time. Just to confirm.Green. Her green eyes. Her glasses are round and quite thin too. I could have sworn she looked at me at the same time I looked at her. She's behind me. Will she think it's weird that I'm turning around so many times? I'm trying to be subtle, really. But it's mesmerizing.I saw her before we walked into class, and I told my friend Matu:- "Look at that girl."-I almost pointed at her.--Hm?- "Don't you think we have similar sneakers?"I don't even know if he saw who I was talking about.

Ah God, how embarrassing. When I remember embarrassing things, my mouth moves to either side and I close my eyes almost as if in pain. I hope no one notices.I need to talk to her. I don't know why, but I feel like if I don't, I'll never see her again. I believe I've been thinking about her for almost two hours now, the class should be close to being over.I need to think of something, I don't know how I can approach her. by asking her name? Please, it would be incredibly obvious that I went to talk to her. It would look really bad.I'm getting nervous. Is she looking at me? Please do, but don't.

I don't even know what the class is about, I didn't write anything but my name on the attendance sheet. I didn't get to see her name. I'm not going to turn around to see her, it's too much. But at least a little bit, to know if she's still there behind me. I'm afraid she's going to leave.

The teacher said something about I don't know what and I'll see you tomorrow FIN. The time has come, it's now or never (I think). I get up as fast as I can from the seat, I didn't even put my stuff in my backpack.I'm getting closer, I don't even know what I'm about to do or say but I'm getting closer he's looking at me I need to say something whatever it is-

-Hi, sorry. I wanted to ask you something, if you don't mind." -What am I saying?-"Hi, yeah. What's up?" -Her voice is so sweet, I think she's even smiling at me.- "Uh. -I froze.- Don't you think our slippers match?"How embarrassing. I'm sorry.- "You think so?"Rarely does my face light up so much.- "Sure! -A little bit at least. Let's compare."-And we are indeed comparing our sneakers, one foot next to the other.
I'm blushing a little, I'm so lame.-Hm, a little bit. They're both white."-Thanks for following the conversation.-Yeah, mine are just dirtier." -I say, in a very stupid way.I don't know how to go on but SHE'S LAUGHING. Her laugh is so cute, I love it.-Hahaha... So, your name is Breli, right?I was a little surprised, but I understand she saw it on the attendance sheet.- "That's right. And your name?"- "Claudette. Nice to meet you."

Ah, that's a really nice name.

- "Ah, that's a really nice name."-WHAT.- "Thank you!" -At least she gives me a smile.- "You're welcome. Hey, I haven't seen you before. Are you a freshman too?"- "Nope, I'm a fourth year."- "Oh, then why are you in this class? - "I think I sounded a little threatening.- "Uh, I have to fix my grade with the professor, I came in really early so I stayed, now I'm going to talk to him."- "I understand I understand, it's okay. I better not delay you anymore haha."- "Don't worry, you weren't." - Her way of telling me things fills me with serenity.- "Well, um, good luck with that!" -I start to walk away, even though I want to keep talking to her.- "Thank you! See you later!" -And now she's off to find the teacher on the other side of the room.

I turn away, even though I want to keep looking at her.

My heart feels like it just came from a marathon, it doesn't make sense. I've never seen anyone from fourth year before, they're never here. Maybe it really was now or never. It's unbelievable, I found her by chance, but I spoke to her out of will. Maybe fate is a mixture of the two.Sometimes I think too much.