Voice

There we were sitting in that GRE orientation class, dreaming about getting into MIT, Caltech and into one of the best engineering schools.
New people walked in every minute and got seated at the back.
No one interesting hmm...Sarah shrugged.
Unlike her friends, Sarah was really excited for the Verbal class. Love for literature..Ah! She made a bet to herself no one in that class of 25, itsy bitsy fancied the English language like she did.
The tutor asked, "What is Plagiarism?".
Deciding no one would answer, she raised her hand and answered. Everyone in the class was shocked not because of her quick reply, but to her American accent.
"A clear explanation, would someone like to add to that?" the tutor was trying really hard to initiate a discussion.
Figuring out no one would answer, Sarah sighed, and leafed through the workbook pages . To her surprise, she heard a voice "I would like to add to that, it is ...". Shocked, she turned back and looked at him.
She was taken aback not because of the answer, but to his voice. A really deep and a sexy tone that she never ever heard of.
It's Shane. All the time she spent reading teen fiction and watching chick flicks, she thought it was such a clichè that girls like guys with a deep voice. But, now she gets it and it's making her blush crimson red. She could listen to that amazing voice all day, every day for the rest of her life she thought. She wanted to say Hi but got scared.
It was break time. Sarah walked out of the class along with a group of friends from her own college. They discussed college and other regular stuff. Nope, he was not there. Probably he had no friends here, she thought. That's when he passed by and smiled at her. Before she could smile back and say hello. The tutor yelled "Breaks over! Common in..". Damn.
Until next weekend, the little details kept running through her mind, she couldn't even frame a clear picture of him. Let's wait, she crossed her fingers.
The next week, he did not answer any questions, and she too stopped raising her voice. Everyone in the class was super bored and knew those two hours of teaching were an utter waste of time. They were better off studying by themselves.
Sarah was laughing really hard at a joke Pete cracked and that's when Shane walked up to her and said "Hello!". Omg, look at him, he looks perfect she thought. A charming smile, spiky jet black hair, a square jaw, just the right kinda tall for her, and the best of all, that deep, amazing sound of his voice!
He seemed friendly, and they had a short conversation..what is your name? where are you from? which college? Which spec and grad school do you plan to attend? etc.
The break was over, Hey, Pete and Appy guess what? He is a 'meche' like us! Sarah whispered to them in class.
In the end, only the Quantitative Aptitude class was worth it, because Ms. R was super active and did not even waste a millisecond to teach some super quick math tricks. She would force us to solve the drill using those magical shortcut strategies, even though we know our brain would switch on to autopilot and do it like a 10th grader. A major drawback, no time for a quick glance, and just 2 min breaks so zero interaction with Shane.
Every class they used to chat for a minute or so in the hallway, and right when he would leave, her friends would tease her, because he would only talk to her not anyone else.
That was the last class, Shane did not speak to her in the break or say goodbye while leaving. She wondered why and seemed kinda dull. Though she tried to hide it, her friends could easily read the emotions off her face. They walked out of the classroom and started to get down the stairs. She got mad and told them to stop it as there is no such thing, but still, they continued to tease and laugh along.
They reached the exit. All of them froze.
There he was. Waiting for her. Shane smiled at Sarah. 
Sarah was stunned. She blushed and let out a sheepish shy smile.
And in a quick second, he was gone. Forever.

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