Mischa was now just blankly staring at the wall deciding it had been a bad idea to make a drawing. Besides the real reason why he was here was because of Karina. He knew she liked drawing and he guessed she would be there. But he was rethinking his decision not because she was not there as yet but because he didn't want her to see his terrible work of he ever did get around to drawing anything. He was sure Karina was good at the thing even though he never saw her work but she always had a sketch pad and pencils with her.

That beautiful voice brought him out of his reverie and an automatic smile came to his lips. "Hello, Karina,'' he said. Did he ever mention he liked it alot when she called him Cha? He liked it very much. When she brushed his fingers he wished he could just take her hand and hold onto it forever.

Her hair. Mischa also liked her hair. He thought that was her best feature. The seventh year had also accepted the fact that he definitely liked her. There was only the problem of her already been taken by his best friend of all people. He noticed the colour of the chalk in her hand. His favourite colour. Coincidence? "Probably,'' he thought. He cleared his throat. "Vhat are you going to draw?'' Finally he was going to have a chance at viewing her art work.