Like one of the beautiful statues that peppered the city in museums and landmarks, of pharaohs and the highborn lords of ancient Kemet. Teka knew that the ancient pharaohs probably hadn't actually looked like that. The sculptors had taken artistic liberties, aiming for an exaggerated aesthetic that didn't exist. But Hasani, Teka thought, with his aquiline nose, full lips and big, beautiful dark eyes, was exactly the aesthetic those sculptors had been looking for so many years ago. "Why are you so nervous?" Maek tapped Teka with a long finger, leaning over to peer at xyr work. "You'll do fine." "Oh, I know I'll do fine." Teka pouted, sneaking another glance over at the laboratory tables. Hasani was walking amongst the students and checking on their progress. "It's not about that, and you know it." Maek smirked. "You should not let a little crush get in the way of your work, Teka. What if you are so flustered you can't even talk about it?" "Don't even say that!" Teka took a deep breath and looked away from Hasani, determined to focus on xyr work until it came time for the assessment.
