Nozomi Tachibana had been daydreaming again. While class was in full effect, Nozomi had been gazing out of the window, tapping her pencil on her fingers. There was a thoughtful expression on her face, which worked nicely given that her seat: center of the aisle next to the window, made it so her dark brown hair was swaying just lightly in the breeze. Nozomi snapped out of her little daze when the teacher called on her. She rose from her seat, book cradled in hand and recited the passage as requested, up until she stumbled over her words near the end. Classical literature was not her best subject, but at least she was able to lightly laugh about it, along with other classmates. 

Nozomi generally enjoyed school, but every so often she had the appearance of someone who was wishing they were anywhere else. But there was a cool aura about her, which at least served her well on a social front. While she wasn't spending her weekends on shopping trips with friends, she at least talked to others every morning, told them hello, and could engage well enough. 

Soon enough it was lunch and in true fashion, Nozomi was at her seat with a properly prepared meal. Rice, meat, some plump tomatoes. Simple but effective. She was in mid-bite of rice when a fellow classmate asked to sit. Nozomi looked up. The hairstyle was distinctive, and Nozomi thought the bun-tails were cute - cuter than her own simple medium length straight style. "No, it's not at all." Nozomi nodded, gesturing with her head towards the chair. "It's...Tsukino, isn't it? Please, sit."