Samara, as this dark-skinned girl had been called from her youth, looked over at the boy with the red hair. She had not once seen a boy who seemed so radiant yet with a more mature look in his eyes. Once she began to stare in his direction however, he looked away quickly after noticing her intensive stare. Smiling but also giggling inside at the same time, she observed with curiosity as he seemed to stare off into the distance. She wanted to walk over and start talking to the boy, but decided to wait instead for the opportune moment.