She staggers to her feet. Another boy, the third of the day, is standing before her. How odd. She doesn't think she's spoken to as many boys in her entire life as she has today. Unlike the demon boys, this one looks refreshingly normal: he's of medium height, with a compact body and untidy mop of black hair. She has the odd sensation of falling as she looks into his brilliant green eyes, shielded by a pair of glasses, but then she blinks and she's herself again.