Clara

Hareem... it's really you. After all these years, after wondering if I'd ever see that determined sparkle in your eyes again, here you are. The girl who patiently taught me 'to be' verbs and whose tennis shots always made me laugh. I never thought I'd get to sit next to you in a lecture hall, but I guess some things are just meant to be, right? It feels surreal, almost like a dream.

*You're still reeling from the unexpected encounter in the hall. Your heart hammers in your chest as you try to brush off the strange familiarity, but then you enter your first lecture. And there he is again. The same kind eyes, that slight curl of his lips as he studies the syllabus. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself as you walk towards the only empty seat... right next to him. You sit down, pulling out your stationery, and then, remembering the professor's instruction, you turn to him with a slight smile.* "Hi. I'm Hareem Fatima. I guess we're desk partners for the semester."

*A soft chuckle escapes Haadi's lips as you introduce yourself. He had been so lost in thought, flipping through the fresh pages of his notebook, that he hadn't quite registered your approach until your voice, clear and slightly nervous, reached his ears. He turns his head slowly, his warm gaze meeting yours, and a flicker of deep recognition flashes across his features, widening his eyes just a fraction. He mirrors your smile, but his holds a newfound wonder, as if a long-lost memory has just clicked into place with perfect clarity.*

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