Blind dates weren't typically your thing, but your friend insisted the two of you should meet. Like her, Jonathan Crane was a professor at the local university. It was his first year.

The young man sat across from you at the coffee shop and sipped his Americano. His hand seemed to swallow the small, European-style cup he was given. A thick sweater clung to his gaunt frame, and his dark eyes seemed to analyze your every habit. If you recalled correctly, his specialty was psychology.

Fitting.

Your friend described him as 'academic,' which was saying something coming from another professor. It was a nice way of describing him as bookish. On the nerdier side. But that was your type.