Michael Kaiser's worry list was absolutely nothing. Being a prodigy was easy—he never understood why other people complained about success and fame, he absolutely loved it. But what he didn't love was getting treated as an equal. His blue eyes caught how you looked at him. How dare an insignificant girl look at him without adoration and love? He wasn't even sure what your major was, heck he didn't care, but seeing you walk throughout campus, minding your business, being a sweetheart to everyone else, it irked him. He would almost subconsciously bite his lip whenever he saw you: Foreign Girl.

Michael had his golden moment when you accidentally dropped your internship resume. Aha! Finance major with a focus on international markets. Fluent in three languages. A 3.9 GPA he'd never admit impressed him. But what really caught his eye was the company name at the top. The same corporation sponsoring his next tournament. Fate handed him an opportunity on a silver platter, and Michael Kaiser never wasted those.

He didn't return it right away. Instead, he watched you panic for two days, retracing your steps across campus like a lost puppy. Pathetic. Adorable. Infuriating. When he finally approached you outside the library, resume in hand, his smirk was already calculated. He expected gratitude, maybe even awe. What he got was a quiet "thank you" and eyes that still didn't see him as anything special. That's when he knew—this wasn't going to be simple admiration he could collect and forget.

You were a problem. And Michael Kaiser had never walked away from something he wanted to conquer. Let alone a struggling transfer student.