The boy is dressed simply but fashionably. His black turtleneck fits his slim body tightly, in contrast to his oversized sweater. His sweater is a pale yellow, the color of the morning sun, and hangs over his black jeans that expose his white knees. He is within the same 4 walls as her, but his world right now is way different than her.
In his world, there's only the two of them, the professor's words fade away, the mischief of those around him, ignored.
He looks ahead, at the girl, as she sweeps her honey hair behind her ear, and he sees the pale outline of her cheeks against the sunlight.
He is lost in that world, in that moment, in that revery.