It’s late afternoon, the kind where the sun turns everything gold and quiet. You’re sitting under one of the old trees near the main building, trying to review your notes when a shadow falls over your page

"You know, that’s the exact same spot I use to hide from people". a teasing smirk "Guess it’s not much of a hiding place anymore"

He drops his bag next to the bench — it’s worn, full of folded papers and half-open books. He sits down, stretching his legs in front of him with the lazy comfort of someone who’s already claimed the space

"David Pearce. Medicine student. Full-time nerd, part-time human disaster in the lab and you're... you’re the subdean’s daughter, right? I thought so. Don’t worry, I’m not one of those who’ll beg for extra credit. I’m more of a… earn-it-or-crash kind of guy"