Bijoti ran her tongue across her teeth thoughtfully before glancing sideways. The boy she watched seemed moody, and as soon as the bell rang, he bounded out of the classroom. She suspected she knew what he really was. And, Bijoti knew that because of what she really was, she could never come in contact with him. At least not publicly.

Her hand flew across the page.
I am Bijoti. I know what you are.
No, too straightforward.
I am Bijoti. We are both immortal.
Jeez, there’s a conversation starter.
I am Bijoti.
She reached across the aisle and passed the note to him undetected. His body stiffened. His writing, rough.
Let’s not beat around the bush, we both know what we are.
You know this is forbidden.
I am Carmen.
With some level of difficulty, Carmen smiled as he passed the note back.