I hadn't taken an art class at my new school yet, as I got an exemption from taking grade ten art. When I walked into my eleventh grade art class, I remember sitting across from a Russian boy with striking eyes and an interesting demeanor. He always came in late and smelled of cigarette smoke and only spoke up to ask where the conte and manila paper were. I could hardly keep a straight face when we had to draw portraits of each other for one of our assignments. I'm not quite sure what happened, but my drawing of him ended up making his face look slanted and squished, and his just accentuated my already prominent nostrils.
We went to the zoo during the summer and I tried to sit on the handlebars of his bike. That lasted about two meters before I fell off and laughed to myself. When he sent me pictures of us standing in front of the sleepy-looking llama that night, it was accompanied with: "I wanted to ask you something today but..."
Turns out that he wanted to ask me to marry him.
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