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Ziel glanced at the three Latin students, it seemed like they were all from some common background, and were developing a small private group. The Latin students didn't strike Ziel as a bad bunch, or so he thought, and would be sorely mistaken if he attempted to greet Natalie in her current mood. Ziel didn't feel any different about Natalie than he did about yohanna, they both appeared to be charming girls with lustrous waves of unique dark strands. From the boy on the other hand, there was a commensurate puerile vibe, a fellow brother with a juvenile history like Ziel's.

His gaze met a friendly smile, and the beauty granting him some peace of mind, reminded him of his home. Although she did relax him, Ziel's red cheeks brightened even more when he conceptualized that she was a German speaker. Her requisite eyes (essential to convey her determination or strong will to achieve) gave Natasche's nationality away, before her blonde hair and the way her silky cheeks formed around her full lips. Ziel smiled shyly in return to her, not sure himself is she saw it too, He couldn't help but stare at her pretty lips covered in cupcake mess as she rewarded her tongue with more sweets. A girl with long wavy brown hair was greeting every one near the girl Ziel felt a ethnic resemblance with, and by the looks of Marie, Ziel presumed the girl was American.

Merisse smiled at how well the students were getting along, or so she thought, with out being a mind reader. She turned and shut the doors to the conference room behind Ziel, " Kommen. du kannst nicht einfach durch die Tür zu stehen./ Come on, you can't just stand by the door." Ziel felt her hand press lightly at his back, he face her tensely as she spoke admonishingly, when suddenly the doors burst open. Merisse's heels buckled, Ziel let of his luggage, as her body fell into Ziel's arms as the door knocked her, and her face nestled into his chest. Ziel glanced down embarrassingly at Merisse's face touching his bare skin, as he helped her to her feet. Merisse situated her self out of the door's swinging distance, before fixing her clothes up, and standing in a dignified poster. Ziel hastily buttoned up his shirt, which he had opened up during his drunk moments just before going to get a rental car with Rudiger. He glimpsed over the girl's hands, and presented her with a soft voice, "where is your luggage ?"