That was where Noah Keller met Ruth Adler.

There was no lightning strike. No heaven opened. He first saw her in choir class, second row, near the window, trying to tie her hair back with a pencil because she had lost the elastic. Ruth was not one of those girls who filled a room at once. She was the kind who stayed with you because she never announced that she was there. She had serious eyes, a slightly crooked smile, and a way of listening that made the other person speak more clearly without realizing it.