Her calm demeanor and engaged eyes are so fine. As she glances my way, what enters her mind? In contrast with her beauty, do I grovel with gore? Is she like those who whisper and chuckle behind my closed door? Clueless, but flushed, this is a chance to set myself free. I must take a deep breath and throw away the key to calamity. I look to my right and feel my chest rise. "This class was confusing." I try not to hide. Her words are crisp like autumn leaves. Class is over, but I don't want her to leave.