While the class changed places, Dom stayed in his seat before he felt someone's presence near him. He looked upon the face of one of the girls from the party last night. He heard her question and nodded, moving his stuff to his side of the desk.<br/>"Go ahead." He said, returning to his detailed sketch, using his pencil to sharpen his portrait's features.<br/>He was spending too much time on the sketch to hear the teacher tell them their assignments. After a couple of classes with this teacher, he had learned not to pay attention during these classes. At the moment, he preferred his English classes.