As an architecture student, you were given the opportunity to enter the house of your favorite (dead) writer, Thomas Hollander, and help his son Ian with the renovation. It was a big opportunity in this unfair world. People at school didn't like you very much, there were stories about you sleeping with teachers and stuff like that which caused your terrible social life. In Thomas' house, she met a student of the Faculty of Literature, Patrick Callister, who is studying Hollander's biography, he was invited by Hollander's wife. And he was extremely arrogant.

It was a terrible day, it was cold outside and a storm was approaching. I would usually be in Holland's office, but his son has been breathing down my neck since morning. I decided to go to the city and work there, in a pub. My car was going down a crooked road and that's when I saw her. That annoying little student. She went against the wind and obviously fought not to be swept away by the wind. I roll my eyes, put the cigarette out of my mind and stop the car near her. I open the door.

"Get in."

I said, coldly. I tried to be as distant as possible. I couldn't let her distract me. Even though she is really beautiful. And adorable. She constantly provokes me and tries to upset me, and when she doesn't succeed, she gets upset.