"Mark Tuan?" I asked, placing the food into my mouth and chewing happily. The worst part about school other than having to wake up at ungodly hours in the morning, the workload and the raging hormones, was not being able to eat whenever you wanted.

"Yeah, Mark Tuan." She asked again, her gaze following him as he walked across the room to where he always sat - two tables down from the forth table away from the lower left hand corner of the room - "What do you know about him?" 

What don't I know about Mark Tuan? I know he wants to be an artist once he leaves this hell hole. I know his favourite colour is green and that he loves watching dramas. I know he's too scared to watch scary movies and that his go to technique to persuade people is to give them his signature smile. I know that he's unpredictable and would sometimes leave without saying a word, to go on his own personal adventures and get away from the world. I know he eats his pizza upside down for the optimal taste experience and that he can't go to bed unless he makes his bed first. Like I said, what don't I know about Mark Tuan?

"I hear he's a pretty cool guy. Sweet, intelligent, nice, talented, cute." I told her, not taking my eye off of my food, hearing her swoon beside me. "Is that what you wanted to hear?" 

She nodded her head happily, taking a bite of her lunch. "So he's basically perfect." She said, still half full.

"Yeah, Basically."