Her name was Raine, and she was from New York City. That was among the very little that Dain was able to find out the last and first time he’d spoken to the girl. Now they were paired up for some elementary style buddy system and forced to spend everyday together—not that he particularly minded. He enjoyed the company of others, and his mother’s request for him to try and make friends always brewed in his mind. This was his perfect opportunity. Of course in the short time he’d been here, Dain was able to make the least of friends—mostly of the female variety. He felt they connected with him more, or rather so, he connected with them. Growing up with three women would do that. He’d never been interested in sports or locker room talk. Dain was very domesticated and enjoyed cooking, arranging home décor and interior design. The closet he’d ever came to what a stereotypical male should be was when he’d taken up wood shop to create a grandfather clock for his living room.
Heading out of his class, with a hand running through his locks, his eyes drifted upwards to the circular shaped clock that hang upon the wall in the corridor. Lunchtime. Dain wasn’t exactly sure on the protocol in regards to the buddy system for mealtimes. Was he suppose to accompany his buddy to lunch, or were they allowed to do as they pleased? Choosing to obey the system and not to further question it until necessary needed, Dain strolled along—a few classrooms up, until he came to Raine’s. Noticing they were still in session—he leant against the wall aside the door, holding his book in his hand, and waited for her departure.