a week passed
and the teacher changed the seating arrangement

my desk mate was the boy
the boy who had that nice smile

now that I think about it
he's begun coming to school early more often

like me

"hi, looks like we're partners now"
his face beamed with a bright smile

I nodded
before looking down

letting my hair shield me
I was never good with nice people

I just rarely spoke to people like that

"hey"
he spoke again

I looked to him
felt his fingers move my hair back

he placed them at the tips of my mouth
and turned them upwards

"you should smile more, it'll suit you"

speechless

he noticed my shock
before apologising
and looking back at his work

he made my porcelain skin
pink.

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