Ramblings...

She has the prettiest eyes and when the side of her lips lift, her breathtaking smile reaches those eyes. Then shyly, she dips her head and it is gone, until he whispers something to her and it happens all over again. Sometimes she blushes. Most of the time he does. He, with the cheekiest face. He, who loves to disturb her. He, who gently teases that smile out of her. Sometimes, she pushes his colour paper out of the way and inches over to his spot. And sometimes, she returns his teases with a heavy whack on the hand. I flinch every time that happens. Afraid that she might let the sharp end of her purple colour pencil sink into his outstretched arm. He doesn't seem to mind and just laughs at her. He doesn’t do much with his green colour pencil, as it concentrates on one spot of the paper because he is too busy gazing at her. She basks beneath the glow of his eyes. He is 20, she is 23. And they look beautiful together. Then he turns my way and takes my hand with his good one and he gives me one of his cheeky smiles. I tease him in horrible bahasa, ‘Azri suka kacau perempuan kanan kiri, buatlah kerja.’ And the entire table laughs because they know what he is like. I follow them to the bus and tell them I will see them again next week. He nods, gives me one last smile and waves me good bye.