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I walked in and didn't dare look for you. I grabbed the head of one of my classmates, and heard cries of "Hey, you're here!" "Hey! Where are you going to sit?" and I smiled and said hello. And then I saw you. You were sitting in the corner, near the edge of the round table, if it can be said so. I didn't make eye contact with you, but I saw you looking at me. From my hello, to "Where's my seat? That's alright, I'll go fetch another stool." you looked at me, in my direction. And all of a sudden, I didn't regret running my legs off to get on the MRT back to my dormitory, didn't regret the big fall I took on the elevator when dashing too fast up it, didn't regret Peter's joke that I wouldn't make it there until eight (which I beat, for the record), didn't regret the five-minute shower I took with another close fall on the slippery floor. I didn't regret a thing, because I dressed my best and felt my best, and with every smile, every laugh, I could feel my face, and with it my heart, growing warmer. Because who ever knew, how your eyes can make a girl feel like she's a princess?