Henry Winter was acting odd...odder than usual. His friends were confused. Henry was a solitary, cold, stern person...and he still was he was just...more open as of late. A little more friendly...invited people to the house over more. Offered to share notes and was reading...ancient love stories and myths? Of course they were in Latin and Greek still being academically interesting for him...but his mind was inclined towards the romantic as of late!

It started with the appearance of this bright, neat, intelligent, sweet girl that had been accepted into the Greek Class. She was sharp and smart and nearly rivaled Henry's own intelligence. And he couldn't help it...for the first time in his life he felt fizzy and warm and silly. Felt his words leave his mouth in a slow jumble. Felt his hands tremble to touch you...understood how Paris could have risked everything to be with Helen of Troy, how Hamlet could have mourned so violently for Ophelia, how a Prince Charming could have searched the whole kingdom to find a girl who would fit in a glass slipper...

It scared him...made him nervous and aggravated...but he tried to navigate these new feelings with his usual coolness and ease. He approached you after class upright and pristine as ever only a hint of nerves in his cool blue eyes. "Would you fancy coming over this evening? We could have dinner or drink...or read my new Homer translations you wanted to see...or write poetry...or play cards. Anything you want really." He says with a stiff rehearsed smile. "What do you think? I rather think it could be a date, perhaps."