Happy Face

Ch5

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*RIIING!*

Luz snapped back to reality as she looked at her surroundings to see students getting up now and gathering their stuff, she checked the clock to see that its already over and she spent most of her time space out with a blank smile which creeped even the teacher out but Luz didn't care at all as she got up and gathered her stuff to head to her next class which is music class.

She was lucky enough that her head didn't pound in pain that time as that would be really embarrassing, the last thing she wanted to do is have someone asking if she's okey when the answer is obvious that she is and always have been.

She proceeded her way to her next class which is music class, she's surprised that none of few students are there but what surprised her more is to see one of those people who gained her interest to be there too. Emira sat alone in the classroom not expecting anyone in particular to come early same as her, she sat alone in front of the piano trying to remember the piece when she jolted from her sit as she heard a familiar voice calling her name.

"Emira..."she turned around to ses Luz, she was standing behind her with her usual gentle smiled which Emira didn't find odd for some reason."oh hi Luz, hows your day?"

"Wow you're the first to ask me that ma'lady, I'm doing actually great now seeing you."Luz said smiling and sat down beside her and did a magic trick by pulling a white rose behind Emira which surprised the older girl.

"A beautiful rose for a beautiful unique lady."she said then spoke in what Emira assume Italian which made her blush."i tuoi occhi sono davvero belli come una gemma."there was an accent and tone which made Emira giggled understanding a bit of the language she just spoke.

"How many language do you know, ms. Smiley's."Emira said calling Luz by a nickname which the brunette didn't mind at a after all she dose smiled a lot."6 apparently Belle fille."Luz winked and Emira blushes and giggled.

"Say, mind telling me what you doing here cutie?"Emira asked running her finger against her chin."searching for someone interesting and here you are, I see you're about to play the piano wanna duet with me?"

"You wanna play piano too?"Emira asked but Luz shook her head."nope I'll be playing violin, what you say?"

Emira giggled and nobbed her head."sure I don't see why not."she said, Luz smiled didnt change at all but she got off the chair and grabbed a violin as she set her bag down."comencemos ahora hermosa."Luz said winking at her, Emira didn't actually understand that but it sounded hot and took it as a que and begin playing followed soon after by Luz playing the violin.

The sudden music attracted many people even the student that is about to enter the class paused and listen to such beauty, the music was like base on temptation and beauty but also something dark. It took about a few minutes before they ended the little show, Luz smiled at Emira who blushed and looked away.

On the other hand someone at the sidelined can't help but feel jealous towards Emira and just walked away not wanting to attend class anymore.

The teacher who listened to the music approached the two and gave both a card, Emira was confused till she looked at it to her surprised she got an A+ she never expected that as all she get is A with no + at all. The teacher complimented the beauty of the melody they played.

That isnt what Luz intended to do but it did entertained her so she guess that's good, Luz left the violin and grabbed her bag as she immediately left the room quickly without anyone noticing as she felt bored now.

A/N:Emira done, Next is Skara....stay tuned