“Would you like to walk to class together?” He asked.
“Umm…Yeah, sure, why not?” I responded.
I looked at him again, and was stunned by how inevitably beautiful he was.
“What did you say your name was?” I asked feebly, still awestruck by his beauty.
“I didn’t, but it’s Felix.” He replied, in a liquid gold voice.
“Latin?” I asked. I’m fluent in the language.
“Yeah, I forget what it means though,” He said, looking confused.
“It means man of strength, and my name is Dalia, and it’s Latin for beautiful” I said, hoping i didn’t sound like a know-it-all.
“That one I knew,” he said, matter-of -factly.

As I walked into my first class, I looked at his schedule. It looked exactly like mine.
“We have all of out classes together!” I exclaimed, I had never had someone who’s classes were all the same as mine.
“I know, I planned it like that.”
“What?!” I asked, stupified.
” I’ll tell you after class,” he responded, leaving me to think about what he had just said.