Ferris walked out of the school, hands in his pockets, slouched slightly against the wind. His messy black hair flew around him, and he absently brushed it out of his eyes. Lunch time was never his favorite. Too many people tried to approach him, guys and girls both, and he was tired of it. Would he never get a break? He shook his head. It couldn’t be helped. Maybe when he graduated, he would join the army. Yeah. That sounded fun.
Some hidden instinct in him made Ferris look up, and he spotted Bee sitting at the edge of the roof. She was kind of pretty, he had to admit, when she didn’t know when anyone was watching her. There was some sort of grace and elegance about her that he rarely saw in others, and it was appealing.
He smiled, then decided, after a moment, to disturb her peace. “I do hope you’re not trying to jump, Beatriz,” he called up to her. “Because then I would be obliged to try and catch you, and I really don’t want to get killed by a flying girl.”