Worried about her

18.

Dominic walked into the school the next day and looked around, expecting to see Selene but couldn't find her. He walked into the class and met Naya. He recalled seeing the two of them having a conversation the other day and guessed they were close, so he approached her.

“Hi,” He waved at her and she stared at him in shock.

Was he talking to her or what? She turned back to check if he was talking to the person behind her but there was no one there.

“I'm talking to you. What's your name?” He asked.

She tried to open her mouth to speak but it seemed all the air had left her lungs. Dominic facepalmed. This was the problem he had with the girls. They were always nervous and short of words whenever he was talking to them. This was one of the unique things that differentiated Selene from them. Selene could look into his eyes and speak, but these ones…

He sighed and waved his hand in front of her face.

Naya regained herself and cleared her throat. “My name is Naya.” She answered.

“Okay, Na