This time, from someone's point of view of Lily.

(Continuation/more to the Lily series.)

Wanting to Talk

Samantha found herself gazing at Lily—sitting in a row in front of her at the corner of the room. She wanted to talk to Lily, get to know her, see what was going on. Lily was always so quiet, Samantha wasn't sure they'd ever spoken together, despite having shared several classes. Sure, Lily answered questions here and there... at least most days... but she was always drawing or writing in her notebook or scrolling on her phone before class. In all the classes Samantha had been in, Lily had almost never talked to anyone in the time class began. Plus, Lily was always either already there when Samantha showed up, or she walked in a few minutes late. Once, Samantha had walked past the classroom and seen Lily sitting there, in the dark, over an hour early. She must be lonely, and to be honest, so was Samantha—though perhaps less so. Still she couldn't stop her thoughts from drifting each day they both were in class. There was just something about Lily... Something that made Samantha so very curious. What was she constantly writing and drawing? What did she think? Did she even realize Samantha had been in her classes before? Maybe she was just shy?

Samantha was so focused on Lily that she missed the teacher calling on her. As nearly everyone in the class turned toward Samantha—some, unfortunately, following her gaze to Lily—the professor called her name again.

"Samantha, do you have an answer?" Said the professor.

"Uhh, sorry what was the question again?"

- Lily