Biology

"I start my walk to the Biology room."
"When I walk in, the class is packed."
"I take my normal seat next to Marissa, a freckled redhead."

Marissa: "Hey Lily."

Lily: "Hey."

"The teacher of this class is Mr. Marks, an older gentleman."
"He always wears flannels and suspenders, and speaks in a soft voice."

Marks: "So class, today we are going to be doing a lab."
Marks: "I have some slides up here for your microscopes."
Marks: "You just need to look at them and make observations in your notes."
Marks: "Everyone needs to pick a partner for today, and then come get your slides form me."

"I look at Marissa, and she looks at me, a silent agreement made."
"Together we walk to the front of the classroom and grab a slide, then walk back to our table."
"We spend the rest of the class looking over the slides, when I look up, I notice something."
"Mr. Marks has fallen asleep at his desk, and most of the other students have given up on the task, and are now talking."
"Me and Marissa look at each other, and put down the slides, and begin talking."

Marissa: "Lily, I've been meaning to ask you something."

Lily: "What's up?"

Marissa: "Are you seeing anyone right now?"

"This question catches me off guard a bit."
"I never would have thought Marissa to be a lesbian."
"Or that she would want to go for *me*."
"But still, I respond with..."