"How about him?"
Sarah pointed at a student sitting on the edge of the fountain in the courtyard, busily studying notes for a class. I ignored her for a minute as I enjoyed the cool fall air as we both sat under our favorite tree, the usual spot, spending our mornings people watching and studying. It's Sarah's last year at Harvard and I couldn't be more proud of my long time best friend and roommate. Though we enrolled at the same time, Sarah was in an accelerated program and I took a semester off. The combination of those two rocketed her past me in our race to our degrees. I brushed a fallen leaf off my notepad and continued to write, hoping to finish this assignment early.
"Hello? Earth to Kaylissa?" Sarah said dramatically as she started waving her hands in my face. I rolled my eyes and looked up to meet Sarah's stare. She smiled and waited for may approval on her pick for me.
"No, he doesn't look my type." I dismissed quickly and kept writing. It was Sarah's turn to roll her eyes at me, but was wise enough not to say anything more on the subject. I thought I heard her mutter something but I let it go, and we both continued working on our assignments. It's only the second day into the new semester and already I felt like I was drowning in schoolwork. Two papers were already due at the end of the week along with an worksheet on personalities. Sometimes I envied Sarah's natural ability to remain calm and stress free whenever it came to her coursework. There was something about law that just clicked with her, and I wish I could say the same thing about psychology. I've always worked hard in school, and it's always worked itself out, I could just do without the stress that comes with deadlines and rigorous coursework.
Sarah pulled me out of my concentrated state, "Oh! Lissy, he's cute, what about him?"
I looked up and saw him as he walked past, only catching a glance of him, but from the back he looked pretty fine. A black tailored suit clung to him, accentuating his broad shoulders and defining the muscles in the back. The ends of his chocolate brown hair grazed his collar of his shirt. Carrying a briefcase in one hand and a folder in the other, he walked briskly past us. He carried himself very highly, with confidence and grace. Still not seeing his face, I assumed the worst, and feigned disinterest.
"Sarah he's a professor, he's probably at least 50!" I blurted out. We laughed together, until he turned his head and piercing grey eyes met my green ones. I stopped laughing instantly and inhaled softly while tucking a jet black curl from my face. Perfect features, chiseled jawline and clean shaven, this man was a walking aphrodisiac. He smirked and kept walking, clearly aware of my racing thoughts of him. Sarah couldn't contain the giggles at this point.
"Man, I hope he isn't one of your professors, because you just pissed him off. Big time." She joked as she gathered her things, already standing. She held out her hand for me, but I ignored her and got up on my own, fully embarrassed.
"Oh come on, Kaylissa, he's probably not your professor, there are so many of them on campus, what are the odds?" She said reassuringly. Lucky for me Sarah seemed too preoccupied earlier with laughing to notice how entranced I was with this mystery professor. I nodded and we started walking into the building.
We parted ways, promising to text each other when we were done with class and work. She headed up the stairs to one of her many law classes and I circled back around to enter the coffee shop on campus. Though I worked at the coffee shop, it never felt like work to me. Immediately after I opened the door I was engulfed in the rich aroma of coffee. I walked behind the counter and said my greetings to a couple coworkers. After putting on my apron and clocking in, it wasn't long before the three of us were trying to beat the mid morning rush of grumpy college kids.
