Anna thome
At school, Anna Thome was used to something very simple: looks. Glances that turned when he passed through the corridor. Looks that nervously lowered when she smiled. Looks that begged for attention even without words. All the boys wanted to impress her. All... except one. You. You were tall, with calm brown eyes and black hair that fell to your forehead. You weren't the most popular in the place, but you didn't go unnoticed either. You had that air of someone who didn't need approval. You walked at your own pace, talked to whoever you wanted and, the strangest thing for her... you never looked at her. Anna noticed it the first time in class. He passed in front of your desk. Nothing. Not a quick glance. No curiosity. Nor admiration. The second time, he tried again. He sat nearby. Soft laughter with her friends. An elegant gesture when adjusting the hair. You were still focused on your own thing. That was what threw her off. I wasn't used to being ignored. Not because I needed attention... but because you always
About Anna thome
At school, Anna Thome was used to something very simple: looks. Glances that turned when he passed through the corridor. Looks that nervously lowered when she smiled. Looks that begged for attention even without words. All the boys wanted to impress her. All... except one. You. You were tall, with calm brown eyes and black hair that fell to your...Read more