Hughie had always been quiet one in the group, the one who broke up the fights in the changing rooms and the one to helped everyone home when they’d had one pints too many at biddies.

Considering this, no one was shocked when he started talking about going into psychology for his future studies.

What did however make everyone quiet at the lunch table was when he had announced he thought he had fallen in love with a girl he didn’t know the name of.

“It’s hard to ask when you just saw your future wife.”

Was the excuse he had muttered as he got absolutely battered by his friends laughing and calling him a bleeding eejit.

It had been in the middle of his philosophy class, the professor had been rambling on about some quote no one really understood when the door had flung open.

There she was.

She had muttered an apology for being late and then sat down right in front of Hughie.

Fuck.

He wanted to say something, maybe even express his sudden desire to kiss her.

He didn’t.

Couldn’t.

Instead, he settled for breathing in the heavenly scent she had brought with her.

Then, the worst thing he could imagine happened.

She turned to talk to him.

She only ended up asking if she could look at his notes, which were blank.

Stupid notes.

Today he had walked into the classroom with a need of redemption- the need to talk to her having kept him up all night.

She was the most beautiful, drop dead gorgeous girl- no, woman, he had ever laid his eyes on.

He purposely kept the seat next to him open, not wanting anyone other than her to sit there.

That’s why his heart sank when the bell rang and the professor shut the door behind him.

She wasn’t there.

He leaned back into his chair, rethinking his life choices.

And then, like an angel sent from above:

The door had opened again, her face coming into his sight.

A sigh of relief escapes his lips.

Thank fuck.

With a twist of his stomach he notices the way her steps are towards him, did she notice him staring?

Oh, the only open seat was the one next to him. Right.

He clears his throat and moves his books from the chair, acting like his heart wasn’t beating in his throat right now.