a Love Story ⑵ "Are you going home?"After the bell rang as a cue that school was over, Marinne approched Ruby as usual. "You know it,"Ruby uttered wearily, "I won't go home until when it is necessary." "How fussy. Count yourself lucky, because I'm available enough to hang out with you." Marinne sighed, and her curly, jet-black hair fell in lazy ringlets as she leaned forward. Marinne had not been knowing Ruby for too long, though they had been sharing the same classroom for 2 years, yet the first time they had a conversation was quite close–about 3 months ago. However, scarecely a week elapsed when Marinne began to deem Ruby as the only confidant as well as her only bona fide friend in Class 8. Somehow, Marinne just gravitated towards Ruby's aloofness and nonchalance, and her facade of imperturbability took on the appearance of a testimony of her sense of composure, especially when compared to their squeamish peers, who were never tired in showing a display of levity, hardly a venner of intelligence, yet quickness of temper.