Hannah thought of Jimmy Simmons' appearance outside the school gate today, frowned slightly, shook her head, "No way."
She isn't familiar with Jimmy Simmons now, and as far as she can recall, she hasn't even met him since transferring to this school... so liking him seems unlikely.
Tessa Thompson bit her straw and thought for a moment, then turned her head to look at Hannah.
They were sitting by the window, with Hannah on the inside; the window was open, sunlight fell on the balcony outside, casting a faint layer just enough to reach the edge of Hannah's hand.
She sat with her head bowed, her snow-white skin and black hair, her unadorned face youthful and well-behaved, yet her features were bright and vivid, resembling a rosebud about to bloom.
Tessa Thompson, even as a girl, couldn't help adoring her, "Maybe Jimmy Simmons got interested at first sight."
She murmured.
Hannah didn't catch that clearly and turned to glance at her, eyes widening slightly, "Huh? What?"
