He stands against the pillar, his eyes closed, and breathes in the cold air. The sun is steadily rising, its rays warming his face, taking the chill out of the January morning. He turns even more towards the sun, basking in its warmth. At this unguarded moment, he has not a care in the world. He is oblivious to the world, oblivious to the girl on the bench steadily watching him.
             Beneath his black Bear jacket, he's wearing a red long-sleeved Polo shirt, dark blue Polo jeans, and mustard-colored Timberland boots. The light, which has been warming his face, has given his naturally dark brown hair the appearance of having maple-colored highlights. He opens his eyes and turns his head slightly as someone asks him if he has matches. His mouth curves upward in an apologetic smile as he informs the smoker that he doesn't smoke. He resumes his original position, and once again closes his eyes. The dark lashes, which normally frame amber eyes, are again resting against his cheeks, a striking contrast to the creamy ivory of his skin. In such a relaxed position, one can see the determined set of his chin, the fine bone structure of his face, the promise that, as he ages, he will become even more handsome.
             He checks his watch, and realizing the time, begins to gather his things so he can head towards his first class. He begins walking away, and suddenly stops. He slowly turns around, his eyes sweeping from side to side, as if he's looking for something or someone. He shakes his head, and resumes his walk to class. He stops again, turns around, and once more begins his search. It is apparent by the look on his face that he doesn't know exactly what he's looking for, but there is something for which to be looked. His gaze sweeps by the girl on the bench as if he doesn't notice her. Once, twice, he looks around, until finally, he rests his eyes on the girl. Puzzled, he walks over to her, stops, a...