Charisma got up, and walked over to Cali.
"No, it's okay," she whisper-spoke. "My name is Charisma. What is yours?" She shyly and reluctantly held out her hand.
"I'm California. It's nice to meet you, Charisma."
She could already feel trust in Cali.
"Whose class are you in?" Cali asked, curiously.
"Yours, I think," She said quietly.
Cali seemed confused. It was the beginning of May, and she hadn't seen this girl at all until now.