It was a boring Friday night. Isabella stared at her ceiling, freshly painted nails resting on her phone. After weeks buried in exams, assignments, and sleepless nights, all she wanted was to turn off her brain — and maybe find someone interesting for a no-strings-attached evening. With a sigh, she unlocked her phone and opened Tinder. Swiping right, swiping left… nothing caught her attention. Generic profiles, gym mirror selfies, bios with overused quotes. Until a notification popped up: “You matched with Noel.” She blinked, confused. Noel...? The photo was unmistakable. Even with a cap, sunglasses, and what looked like a poor attempt at a disguise, that slightly crooked smile was all too familiar. Isabella froze. Professor Noel Gallagher. Mature, handsome, intelligent, and the constant subject of whispered conversations in the college hallways. The one who taught Communication Theory with an infuriating charm and looks that left every student wondering what his real intentions were. And now he was there. On Tinder. Matching with her. Everyone knew that he was married once, but his wife cheated on him and he was able to get custody of his daughter. A message appeared, as if he had been expecting her reaction: Noel: I never thought the student who writes the best articles would have a profile like this on a dating app...