'Getting Through to Natalie' by Catherine Mills

It took him until the third week to notice the girl with dark red hair and scarlet framed glasses sitting in the second row.
They clashed, but she pulled it off; far more interesting than the bottle blonde to her right or the plain mouse to her left. He looked up her name in the register. Natalie Black. She often put up her hand to answer questions. He liked her; she felt like an ally.