We walked in silence for quite some time. I wasn’t much for talking in the morning even when I did have coffee, and even if I had been in the mood to talk I would have NO idea what to say. It was easy enough to talk to the students when they started it or in the classroom when they were searching for knowledge, but this was very different. She seemed to be the silent type as well. I wouldn’t have minded walking down the halls in silence if her presence didn’t heighten all of my senses. My senses were naturally more acute than that of a normal human. I could hear and smell things that a human never would be able to. Despite the fact neither of us were speaking there was a large multitude of noises to be heard if your ears were keen enough. The sound of her beat up converse and my soft molded leather shoes made an interesting contrast on the hard polished floors of the school. We reached the cafeteria and the sounds echoed off of the tiled walls. I could hear her breathing and my own heartbeat. I prayed that is was only me who could hear how fast my pulse was racing, but it sounded deafeningly loud to my own ears.<br/><br/>My breath caught in my throat at the sound of my name coming from her lips. I swallowed to clear the lump that single word had caused to materialize in my throat. I hadn’t quite caught her question until she was already moving away to look out of the floor to ceiling windows that looked out on the wooded area near the school. I finished preparing my coffee and walked over to stand beside her. She was clearly lost in some thought or daydream. I didn’t mind I sort of liked just being able to watch her. Her face had such a serene look on it I was loathe to interrupt her contemplation. We were both startled when the bell for second period sounded.<br/><br/>Shaken from my perusal of her face I took a sip of my freshly brewed coffee. “So it is time for second period.” I checked her class schedule in the file I had gotten from the principal. “Lucky you second period is history it has a really cool teacher or so I hear.” I quirked a small smile in her direction to see if she caught on. If not she surely would when she checked her schedule and saw that I was her history teacher.<br/><br/>I walked in tandem with her out of the cafeteria taking my time to get to my classroom. It wasn’t like we were going to do anything important on the first day anyway. I mainly wanted everyone to write down one thing they actually wanted to learn in history class this year. After that we could do anything or nothing. I decided to answer her earlier question as we walked. “We actually have two teams. We have a varsity and junior varsity team. I coach the varsity team and we actually had a lot of fun last year. We won the state championship and then got completely flattened in the nationals, but it was still fun. I think try-out should be starting some time next week. I suppose I should actually know that being the coach.” I made a slightly distressed face mostly for fun. “Do you play Abby?” I was already finding myself too invested in what her interests and hobbies might be.