Jack 1.1

When I was a sophomore at Liberty High, there was a girl in my class named Clarissa. Because of her black braid+ glasses kind of rustic appearance, even though she's not the beauty type, she has a nice face, so she had a high opinion among the boys who noticed this.

A boy named Ben once said, "She's like cherry, even though I like cakes and ice cream more, but if I eat them everyday, I will get bored. I would like some cherry instead."

I joked, "Oh, so you ate girls like cakes and ice cream everyday?"

Okay, go back to our main topic. Clarissa and I were seated next to each other for the first time at the beginning of this summer.

There had been only a few inconsequential conversations, and yet I felt I like her, but not like boyfriend-girlfriend-kind of like.

If you are in love, your body temperature should rise when you speak to her. But instead, I felt the temperature drop while talking to her. It wasn't that she was telling a bad joke, it was like going through a steamer hot room, then when you left the room, there was a breeze, that kind of feeling. I've pretty much forgotten what I was talking to her about, it's this feeling I still remembered.

This is mostly because her tone and movements left a pleasant impression on the listener. In that case, if I talked to her in winter, will I have a kind of warm and harmonious feeling? But now there is no chance to prove that.