Sit Next to Miki, The Cute Japanese Girl

I part ways with Jessica near the front of the building. I see Preston standing inside the building waiting for, and decide to nope on out of there so I don't have to see her make lovey dovey eyes with captain 1% for ten minutes. I take a quiet route and duck into my classroom.

The teacher, a surprisingly cute Redhead in her 30s named Miss Friedman, isn't in yet. That said, much of the class is in the hall, unloading their bags and generally fraternizing. I avoid all of those people and take my seat in the back next to Miki. She's originally from Japan and quite shy, making her the ideal seat partner. Now, I know that not all asian women are wallflowers, even if my fantasies say otherwise. In fact, most of the asian women I've met in my life have been downright social butterflies. But, Miki is the closest I've seen to the stereotype. And even then, it strikes me that she's keeping something close to her chest. She doesn't talk much.

She is rather slim and has a delicate but lovely figure, though her breasts are a little on the small side. Today, she is wearing a denim skirt along with a white, wool sweater. Her small, but round, black eyes are shiny, and match her long black hair, that goes down the majority of her back.

I take my seat next to Miki. She doesn't even look up from her phone. Odd. She's normally at least a little bit more sociable then this. I have a strange camaraderie with Miki. A sort of introverts mutual appreciation of each other. At least I think I do. It's not unusual for us to pass notes to each other during class.

I wordlessly take out a sheet of paper from my bag, and write on it:

"You seem spaced out today? Everything cool?"

Then I pass it over to her. It takes her nearly a full minute before she even seems to notice it's there. Then, she grabs the note and sloppily writes a note back to me:

"Yeah. Something just came up last night. I'm a bit out of it."

I wordlessly nod to her and simply write:

"Okay"

On the sheet of paper. It seems Miki just isn't in a talkative mood this morning. Part of me, the idiot part mostly, wants to ask her what's wrong. But, with some people that's a good idea. With others, they'll just completely shut down and clam up. Miki is the latter type of person. So I simply just have to move on. I give her one last sympathetic look and then get out my notebook for class.

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