#sandeulmindeul

A relieved breath fell from the brunette's lips as she finally gave her pulse the opportunity to descend back into a normal rate. Slowly she fell back against the unfamiliar board, uncaring of her current environment. Minah only deemed herself lucky to not have been caught. She'd cut close to being found by the music instructor before, but she had never been quite that close. Fortunately the young woman fled the moment her eyes landed on the moving knob of the front entrance. And although she didn't claim to be the best at thinking on her feet, she had to admit it was a fairly clever move on her part to sneak into the nearest class, avoiding the suspicion anyone would gain if seen running frantically across a college campus. (Even so, it still never crossed her mind that she could have walked, simply pretending to be a student.) And how she'd managed to weasel her way inside during a lecture was beyond her knowledge.

That was pure skill.

Minah's gaze fell into her lap along with her twiddling thumbs as a childish grin swept over her lips. It was almost like a game of hide and seek, except the consequences were more than 'wow, you suck at hiding' if one was exposed.

Moments later an echoed series of claps forced her attention – and nearly half of the class' - onto the professor in a rather startled manner. Instinctively the female straightened her posture as the middle-aged man spoke, his tone holding enough authority to shove the corners of her lips downward.

“I know you've all just handed in essays, but considering the amount of grades we still need to meet, you have another assignment,” the instructor stated, clearing his throat after, as if his next words were to be some type of ancient incantation. Her eyes already glazing over, Minah stared at the man absentmindedly, remembering once more she was not actually a part of the class. The only words she unintentionally picked up were 'presentation' and 'history'; however, even those words meant nothing to her.

Just as the brunette began to slump down, though, her posture stiffened again, much like when the professor earlier clapped his hands. What pulled her in this time, howbeit, was the image of an index finger pointing staring straight into her ignorant eyes, a prominent 'you' coming from the finger's source. Not even seconds later that same finger was pointing into another direction as the phrase 'and you' was spoken. Immediately Minah's sight followed the anatomical arrow, soon landing on a chubby-cheeked male sat only a few yards from herself.

'You … and you.'

What was that supposed to mean? Partners?

Maybe … she was mistaken.