Fizza put the CD into the computer. After a minute pictures of all their teachers appeared.
"Now, Fizza," said Billy, moving closer to her.
He was so close she could feel his breath on her cheek and it smelled of chewing gum. She had to admit to herself that he was good-looking: he had clear blue eyes and short, fair hair, and a gentle smile. However, she kept staring at the computer screen; she was way too shy to look at him directly.
"Do you think you could put his head on her body?" Billy continued.