The floral scent began approaching and growing closer to Aleksandr. He turned his attention to glance at the female.  The hair on the back of his neck rose when she began to address him. She was rather direct and sassy.  He was slightly confused by her.  He had not heard anything about his professors. Of course, he had just moved into town.  He supposed he could have looked them up on the intern--"...Would you happen to know who Aleksander is?" She asked him inquisitively.

It bothered him strangely that she was so bold.  "I..." he was cut off by James "Jamie" Halloran.  He closed his mouth and waited for the two to finish introducing themselves. He felt like an altar boy behind the altar serving for his father--just standing solemnly as the priest and deacon did all the work. 

When the window of opportunity to speak arose, Aleksandr cautiously interjected, "I'm Aleksandr Kulik," he grimaced lowly.  His blue eyes studied the expressions on the two other students, hesitant to smile, "It's really nice to... meet you both," he was not sure what he was saying at this point in time. He noticed something was happening between Jamie and Sylv.  Of course, their interactions made the situation nothing but awkward for him. The situation reminded him as to why he was not so fond of humans in general.  University was already turning out to be another negative experience. Considering that he was used to horrible experiences, it was not a surprise for him by any means.  [i]I guess, I can add it to my list.[/i]

He glanced at the door.  The students in the room were slowly fading out of the class as they paired off into groups.  His hand slid down the strap of his messenger bag; he could feel the burn on the tips of his fingers.  It brought relief to his anxiety. He looked back at Sylv and Jamie. [i]God, I need to get ahold of myself.[/i]  He felt so tense, especially knowing [i]she[/i]--Sylv--was in his group. [i]What is that smell, anyways?  Shampoo?  Conditioner?[/i]  His thought process paused as it began to wonder if her skin was just simply that delicate smelling.  His lips quivered a bit, thinking about her being so beautiful to smell.  Quickly catching himself, he forced an easy smile on his face, "We should probably exchange...e-mails, right?" He almost said, "cellphone numbers," but he remembered that he did not have a cellphone.  In the former town that he lived, cellphones were not that big of a deal considering everyone lived so close. Also, reception was not that great in the rural part of the country.  He never felt like he needed one.  It would have been a useless expense. [@Arista]