Shelly entered class and put her bookbag on her desk. She pulled her pencil box out of it and retrieved her portfolio from the stack in the corner. Returning to her desk, she sat and rummaged through the different drawings. Shaking her head, she pulled out a blank piece of paper and a pencil and began to sketch the object in the middle of the room. It was a log, gnarled and rotting.

It was already 10 minutes into class when a tall, pale male walked in. Shelly glanced up, and as soon as she met his eyes, her stomach screamed in pain. She grimaced, looking back down at her sketch, her stomach settling.

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Francis felt incredibly stupid. Not only did he trip of all things, but the girl he had braced himself against was extremely good looking. Uncharacteristically he blushed.

"RA problems again...?" she asked.

Francis straightened and smiled down at her, realizing as she said this that she was the third floor girl's RA. They had first met at the staff meeting a few weeks before, and obviously had a few classes together, but hadn't socialized much outside of that. Her dark eyes seemed to look right into the center of him. As the initial shock of her looks wore off, Francis' nostrils flared, his mind reeled. She smelled agonizingly familiar, but of what he couldn't place.

He shook his head and smiled again. "There's always problems when you're an RA. I'm Francis, what's your name?"