A tall Asian

A tall girl is standing there wearing an exceptional smile. "Heyyyy, I'm sorry I just wanted to stop by for a sec," She says, her voice is smooth but soft.

"What do you want?" You ask, tiredness evident in your tone.

She looks around before stepping inside. Walking past you she walks into the room while saying, "class is in about fifteen minutes, you know. Wanna walk over?"

Your stomach sinks at this, how could you forget?

"Are you sure," You groan, collapsing back onto your bed.

"Yea," she grins, pushing your laptop across your desk towards you, "check you time table quickly!"

As she sits on the bed beside you, you lean forward to open the laptop. She has a mischievous grin spread across her face, as if she had expected this all along. "I just have one question though." She asks.

Confused by her mischievous attitude you raise your brows in question.

"Why do you look like shit?"

You shrug off the question with an accommodating smile. This girl was cute and had a sense of humour... but... how come her name was still escaping you?

Flippng open your laptop, you heart drops for a second time. You hear the girl beside you give a gasp. On the screen is the image of a dark haired Asian giving head.

"I'm not sure why that's there," you murmur as you close the window.

"No," she says, surprising you with the tone of tenderness, "I get it. A lot of people have this problem in Singapore too, even my boyfriend has it. You know, this is called Yellow Fever, a lot of Asian people suffer from it... are you having trouble, you know, focusing?"

"Yea," I admit, still feeling quite hungover, "it's hard to focus, I guess."

She leans closer, her hand rests gently on your thigh, and whispers in your ear; "I'll help you, ok, if you want?"

Her breath tickles against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Your heart races as you wonder what she is proposing. She could be teasing you, but... you don't really mind. In fact you could happily play along with it.