Mark's thoughts dive deep inside his mind with the speed of bacterias, trying to race or overlap every emotions he develops inside. his reasons tell him to go directly to Miss Isabel and get the jobs done, but his overflowing excitement successfully betray his logics and befriends fear, wonders, and drives his legs as he approaches the girl.
"hi"
"uumm... hi..?" replies the girl, confused.
"haven't seen you before, you new around here?"
"I.....guess.." a smile of meeting a new person rises up in her lips.
"oh, of course, I.."
"Mark?!"
suddenly, a familiar voice is heard from a far, at that time, it is between to turn the head to look for the source of the voice or stay there, pretend to not hear the voice and enjoys the conversation that they just got in the mood.
this time, Mark's logic wins, it drives Mark to look around trying to match the voice with the memories in his brain, trying to find and match several possibilities, and one person matched. from a far, a woman waves her hand at Mark, trying to get his attention, familiar face - voice - person. Miss Isabel.
