Turning her gaze to the right, she observed the black-haired man lost in thought. He was good-looking all right, and there was an aura of mystery surrounding him that was just irresistible to the petite girl. However, Isabella did have to wonder what was with the clothes. Why was he wearing a red robe to class? Maybe he was some sort of Japanese monk. 

"Concentrate Isabella, concentrate!", the amber-eyed girl admonished herself noticing that she was paying more attention to the boy than to her teacher.