First Contact
Tessa Reece had been watching one Mikhail Romanov all semester. It was her job and to be honest she didn't really mind watching him. He was cute...very cute and he seemed like a nice guy. It made her wonder why Nicholas had such a hatred for Mikhail going on. She did mind the algebra class. Boring and so useless.

She had made it a point to sit across from him in the next row and she gave him a small smile every time she caught his eye. Today she was going to make the initial contact. The semester was almost over and the chances to make contact were rapidly decreasing. Finals were next week and then the semester was over. It was now or never.

As soon as the clock signaled that the class had ended, she accidentally on purpose knocked her textbook off her desk and onto the floor.