A candle-lit dinner in the Golden Fork, by the window, overlooking the beach, Elliot took my hand in his. “Zaara, I have always loved you. Will you be my love, my one and only?” My heart melted as I stared into Elliot’s brown eyes. Oh, how gorgeous those eyes are; dark, rich and in-

“Ms Williams. Ms Williams! Ms Williams, could you please stop staring out the window!” Mr. Jefferson said. I jerked back to reality. I looked around. My heart fell. It was all a dream. I sighed. Perhaps Elliot asking me out was just a dream too. Oops, I wasn’t listening to Mr. Jefferson again. “Ms Williams, as I was saying, if would you care to tell the class, which country is Madrid the capital city of?”

“Err... Europe?” The class burst out laughing. I grinned sheepishly. Mr. Jefferson sighed and wiped his glasses on his sleeve. “Ms Williams, Europe is a continent made out of many countries each with their own capital city. Madrid is the capital of Spain.” I looked around and saw Elliot grinning at me with those intense dark eyes. I blushed and shrugged.