He sees her again in the library.
She's curled up near the window, hoodie up, pen tapping her lips. Beside her was the thick books on finance, psychology, and a plain black notebook covered with basketball stickers.
He walks past her table three times;
Once to see the book title.
Once to see if she'll look up.
The third time, he almost dropped his laptop , only to make her notice him.
But she didn't even realized that he was wandering around her like a honeybee.
Instead, she sighs, flips a page, tucks a stray hair behind her ear.
He wondered if she would even hear him if he called her name — which he doesn't know yet.
That night, he gathers courage and asks a mutual friend.
"Who's that girl always alone in the library with the basketball keychain?"
The friend shrugs.
"Oh, Sana? She's on partial scholarship. Also a strict introvert."
" Sana. Aah its so soft" , smiles.