god, she is so ravishingly beautiful. the way her chocolate eyes dart across the algebraic equations, absorbing all of the information (or not)

her hands are covered in ink and graphite, decorating her knuckles. there's something graceful about it. I can see flowers sprouting from the graphite (or was she just drawing on her hands again?)

as she gazed in my direction, her dark eyes steadily blossomed with annoyance. her voice rang throughout the room, words effortlessly flowing from her lips.

"what the fuck are you looking at?"

oh my. she's a goddess.