High Profile

It is the first time I see her speaking with someone. She is on the other side of the student life room with one of my friends. They share a laughter as I approach, and it seems like they enjoy their moment. I greet my friend and I say “Hi” to the Miss. I realize that I will be late for the bus so I give a quick hug to my friend and say goodbye to the Miss. The next day, I am sitting on a couch in the corridor, waiting for my next class. Here she comes, walking in my direction. Her class is next to my class, so she sits and waits. “Hi” I greet her. She says nothing. May be she didn't hear. I stand up as my professor opens the door, and move to my class. I don’t really know. “Did she hear and ignore me, or didn't she hear my salutation?” I ask myself. The class is over. It was an interesting session, but I am very tired. Heading towards the bus station, I can see her walking to-and-fro the bus stop. “So she also takes the bus?” I ...