Okay, Samuel had been completely obsessing over the girl after the tour and break in the Student Union. He was sure that thinking about someone he hadn’t even met would eventually make him go crazy. The girl was a mystery, and he liked mysteries. He was going to unravel it even if it killed him. If there was something Samuel completely hated was when his curiosity wasn’t satisfied. That would be more than enough to cause insomnia, he sometimes over thought things. The hazel-eyed boy could lay in his bed going over the same little thing if it bothered him enough, and that wasn’t good for his health. He sometimes had five-o’clock shadows.
Samuel had to take a small nap after the tour. If he hadn’t he wouldn’t be able to do what he wanted to do, approach the girl. It would be beyond embarrassing to blurt stupid things at her due to lack of sleep and rationality. He looked at his reflection on the mirror in his dorm room before going out. He looked refreshed and quite handsome in his black pants and black button-down shirt, perfectly fitted for his body. The young wizard knew he was handsome, he had perfect sight, and he saw himself every day in the mirror. However, he preferred to be liked by his personality, not his looks, but there was nothing wrong with wanting to look nice.
He rubbed his eyes one last time before entering Entwistle Atrium and automatically looking for the girl from earlier. He half-listened to the greeting speech made by the college co-coordinator, he was anxious to start a conversation with her and start unraveling her. It wasn’t normal for Samuel to take a fancy with a female like he had done with her. The Thomas Heir had been crushing on another girl before she completely disappeared from his radar a few years ago, and after her, he hadn’t been that interested in anyone else. His parents were determined to get him a bride, but he had made a deal with them. He still had time to think about a bride and children. No need to worry about that today.
His hazel-eyes stayed glued to the girl’s back, he wasn’t going to miss her, or have anyone steal his chance of conversation. He waited for the right time to approach her and it finally came. He smiled to himself and walked to her. He delicately grabbed her before she bumped into him, “Nothing majored happened. Don’t worry,” he said with a charming smile.
He couldn’t help but look her over; she sure was attractive in that black dress. He gracefully took her hand and kissed the back of, “Samuel Thomas. Pleasure to meet you…Miss?” The smile was still present on his lips. His eyes glued to hers every second of the exchange.