My roommate has been here at the University for one semester. If not for his help, I would have been lost looking for my way to the Auditorium. He gave me directions.

 I arrived yesterday. 

        I can hardly navigate the University premises. If I had been here a few days earlier or visited before reporting, I would have known my way to the most common building on campus_ Administration Block. 

        Last night, I spent quality time trying to familiarize myself with the code numbers for this semester's units. I don't quite understand the need to give the unit codes, but maybe I'll find out. 

        I have four 101-labeled units this semester. 

        CS 101, code for Introduction to Computer Science, was the first unit on my to-do list

 Scheduled at ten in the morning through noon. 

        Two hours is too long for a class, but again, I have double classes lasting four hours on my timetable. I'll get used to it. 

        I woke up late, hurried to get breakfast, and then ran back to the hostel to ask my roommate for directions to the auditorium. It was foolish to not know it was attached to the Administration Block to the left. 

        Now that I know, I found my peers occupying the best seats. Took a back seat. Before the start of the lecture, a girl sat next to me, the first to get that close to me. 

        She is okay. 

        Her dress code is far from what I was briefed on by my college pals back at home. They crowded my mind with the idea of tiny skirts, revealing tops, heels, long hair, and pretty, skinny jeans… as the ultimate expectations for college girls. 

        The mystery girl wasn't anything like that. 

        I wasn't scared to look. She was a freshman, just like me. Again, I wasn't sure she was sexually provocative to me, just another college girl weirdly wearing the most inviting cologne I had ever smelled. 

        Apart from her heavenly smell, she was a Plain Jane. Wore a buggy hoodie with her hair covered, large glasses covering almost a quarter of her face, had no makeup whatsoever and even her fingernails were trimmed nicely. 

        I got to give it to her. She has the most beautiful fingers I've come across. I explored more. 

She wore baggy sweatpants and sports shoes. I never knew of a girl wearing such a strange combination, like a shy sports girl on the field. 

        She became a mystery to me. 

        I tried to make a conversation with the girl, but I lost my words midway. I'm not the best when it comes to flirting or anything close to that. So, I let go. Bet she didn't realize I was flirting, trying to anyway. 

        There's something about her that is keeping me interested. She has this elegance you can't find in small-town girls like my high school sweetheart. 

        I'm observant. Maybe it is the cool but low-key outfit she is wearing. Perhaps it is the confidence she commands in being unique or all of that. 

        I think the chill vibes she's emitting are the reason. She's not rash or impulsive. Her eyes, face, hands, and whole body seem to move strictly, obeying the authority she commands. She's in control. 

        I am curious when I have to be, sometimes it can turn a bit annoying. No one should admit to being pervert-ish. I don't know the name of the lecturer, he must have shared it. 

        How can I focus while Miss Confident here is daring me to stare? She stared at the uncovered part of her face. The rest, if not by the hoodie, were the transparent glasses. 

        Her attention was on the lecturer, while mine was on the flawless, mysterious face. How I got to explore her being started with the large dark eyes_ larger than mine. Bushy thick eyebrows were half covered by the glass and half showing. 

        Her face held no hint of concern for my stare. She once faced me. I saw nothing but a pure glow in those dark eyes behind the humongous glasses. 

        

I'm freaked out by confident girls because there are none where I come from. I used to melt their pretty colored eyes at one glance. It should have been the same as this one. But, she is too confident to care. 

        Who are you? 

        Before I gingerly tore my eyes from her unreadable gaze, I heard the lecturer indicating the end of the lecture. She raised her flawless face and flipped her office pen, relieved that the lecture was finally over. 

        The class was over before I got to figure her out. I closed my book and then ran out of there before she got to question my perverted nature. 

     

   She remained mysterious, a puzzle so difficult to solve that I was willing to let go.