norma.

norma didn’t particularly mind being labelled ‘the quiet girl’.
 – it wasn’t incorrect after all. but most people, knowing that
she didn’t speak, would take one of two measures. ignore
her, or pick on her. she knew which she prefered, however
this sudden friendly attitude from the boy was a huge change
of pace. that wasn’t to say that blaine’s invitation didn’t still
come as a surprise, as was apparent by the look that graced
delicate features. eyes widen slightly and her lips part as if
she was about to speak, settling instead with an affirmative
nod – and a smile. before gesturing for him to lead the way. 
she picks up her bag, draping the strap across her shoulder
as nervous fingers fiddle aimlessly at a loose thread on the
worn down material. 

Blaine perked up thinking that Norma was about to speak
but when she only nodded–he gave her a polite smile and
was proud of himself that he earned one from her, too.  It
felt good to make other people smile and she had such a
pretty one.  He wondered how often she lit up so brightly.
Two seconds later, he made it his personal mission to give
her a reason to at least once a day from here on out. “Great!
Thanks!  I could use the company,” he fixed the strap on his
satchel and motioned towards the exit of the library before
leading her in that direction.  As they walked–it dawned on
him he didn’t introduce himself. Embarrassed, Blaine cringed
at his lack of manners and gave her small smile.  “My name’s
Blaine.  Blaine Anderson.  Sorry I didn’t do that earlier.”