She was Laura. She wrote everything that she listened in class.
I began to know her in the second week of our first semester in university. It was not I remembered, Laura noted it! She was one of only two girls existed (or maybe lost) in mechanical engineering class. She was quite different. She had long hair with cute bangs and tidy pony tail. She loved asking random questions that shocked everyone. She was too neat........ errr okay, beautiful for being a mechanic compared with another girl - her name was Max. Yet, we still didn't believe she was a girl because she was more manly than a man. That was why we called Laura as an alien. And guess, she was not mad at all. What an alien!
I was late that day for an hour, oops! The crazy lecturer was writing a crazy formula on white board without moving his head, it was chance! I entered the room peacefully... and that girl was sitting alone on the front seats again. ALONE. She had written carefully everything since the beginning of the class. I wondered if the lecturer sneezed, maybe she would write it too as a compliment. Because she wrote everything!
"Hey Laura, it's me Adam. It's our first time to chat, right? Sorry, may I borrow your note book?"