It was a summer evening and I went to the English corner. I walked towards the small area where the English corner was held. In fact, it was1in front of the dorm building.
"Nice to meet you, Miss. I'm Tom." His nice2attracted me. I turned and saw a tall and good-looking boy. I was about to tell him my 3when others came, saying hello to him. Tom4the group. Our 5changed from sports to music.6by the wide range of his knowledge, I could not help7what a well-educated person he was.
Our8 moved on. I noticed that Tom suggested one topic after another, but he didn't do all the9. He listened quietly and was 10 enough to let others finish what they wanted to say. He was different from 11 who used the English corner to show off. I didn't listen to what he was saying, but just looked at him. Before I12 it, the other people had 13, and there was just Tom and I standing there.
I took a deep breath and looked at Tom in the eye. I felt he was the person I had been waiting for. When we parted, he said, "I hope I'll14you again soon. "But that didn't happen.
I was very busy with my studies. However, sometimes standing in the summer heat, I look towards the place, and think about Tom and the15we met. Although he will never appear again, he will always be in my mind.
