(reading a story with this scene can't stop making them sry🥲)
Her name was whispered long before she ever stepped on campus. The tycoon’s daughter. The girl who’d never stood in line for coffee or taken the metro. The one whose shoes probably cost more than a month’s rent.
Theo didn’t believe half of it. College rumors traveled fast and twisted even faster — people turned into myths before you even met them. Still, when she finally walked into the lecture hall, the room went strangely still.
She wasn’t like the others. Not even close.
She moved like someone used to silence — careful, composed, as if she was afraid the world might shatter under her touch. Her hair was neatly tied, her clothes immaculate — not expensive in a loud way, just quietly perfect. She wasn’t trying to stand out; she just didn’t know how not to.
No one else knew the truth, but Theo guessed it — she wasn’t here by choice. Maybe some overprotective father had decided she needed a taste of the real world. He’d seen that type before. The kind who had everything but never actually lived.
Her mistakes started early.
On the first day, she walked straight into his lecture — Advanced Mechanics, a senior course. She sat down in the back, quiet, composed, notebook lined up perfectly beside her pen. For ten minutes she listened, head tilted slightly, frown deepening at every formula on the board.
Then the professor stopped mid-equation. “You are… in Engineering, right?”
She looked up, hesitant. “Isn’t this Computer Science 101?”
Laughter rippled through the hall. She muttered an apology and slipped out, soft footsteps fading before the door even closed. Theo found himself staring at the seat she’d left behind, wondering why the silence suddenly felt heavier.
It should’ve ended there. But it didn’t.
He saw her again later that week, standing near the workshop building, turning her phone one way then the other, trying to match the map to the maze of halls. She looked painfully out of place — like she was trying to blend into a world that didn’t want her to.
Theo could’ve kept walking. He almost did. But she caught his eye and asked, “Do you know where Hall B is?”
He nodded toward the far end. “Down there. Past the lab. Left at the vending machine.”
She gave a small nod, murmured a quick “Thanks,” and hurried off. He watched her go, wondering why someone like her looked so lost in a place like this.
He didn’t think about her again. At least, that’s what he told himself.
Later that evening, the lot outside the engineering block was almost empty. Theo kicked his bike to life, the low rumble echoing against the concrete. The air smelled of rain and oil.
He revved once, hard, and rolled forward — just as a black SUV cut across the lane ahead of him.
“Shit—!”
The brakes screeched, tires biting asphalt. Too late. The front wheel clipped the side of the SUV, scraping a long, white scar across its spotless paint before the bike skidded sideways. Theo hit the ground hard, breath knocking out of his chest.
Silence. Then the SUV door opened.
He pushed himself up, helmet still on, staring at the fresh mark glinting across the expensive black surface.
Of course. It had to be her.