I know her, but she doesn’t know me. He thought as her warm hand took into his. He shook her hand.
“I’m Eve.” Eve said.
“That’s a nice name.” Dante responded, his voice skipped a little.” I already know it.
“Well, I have to get to class.” She said, and walked off.
Dante sighed, and walked to his 1st period class, art. To him this was always a good start, considering his obvious talents. Also, he already got top marks for this class so this is as good as a free period.
He shook out his died hair and sat in a comfortable position at his desk in the back of the room.
The way-to-old-to-teach art teacher started rambling on about abstract art.
I’ll give you abstract. He thought, and started to scribble ferociously in his sketchbook.
In a few minutes, he was done. He stood up, walked to the front of the classroom, and slapped his artwork loudly against the board.
“That is what I call abstract.” Dante announced, and returned to his seat while his classmates laughed at his comical picture of his art teacher.