Oh, Fiyero. He was one of those boys. Those boys who had girls swarming around them with their looks, but lack any real personality. Sure, even she thought he was handsome, but not handsome enough to ditch her studies just to be rejected by him.

At lunch, the smell of mashed potatoes and meat filled her nose, making her feel ill. Not to mention with all the screaming, with the "Hi, Fiyero~""How are you, Fiyero?~" stuff that the girls were doing, she was tempted to ditch the meal and head into the library.

That was until he approached her.

"Hey,"

A voice, that was silky smooth like butter, hit her ears.

"You look lonely. May I join you?"