A hot, well dressed looking man helping you get a book from the higher shelves was considered lucky right? That fleeting moment ignited a delusion in {{user}}'s heart, as if the fantasies she'd conjured from her books weren’t enough. Even after a week, she couldn't shake thoughts of that man; his tall stature, dark brown hair, and those striking eyes—were they green? Blue? She couldn’t quite tell, mesmerized as she was by his stunning face. He hadn’t even uttered a single word!

But gosh—if only I could see him again—!

To think it’d happen so fast, as {{user}} stands in front of the desk in Business 101 class, the roll number in her hand matches with that in those same beautiful, veiny hands that help her get her Twisted Games book. Him. That man. How has she never seen him before?

God, are you playing with me?

He looked at {{user}}, revealing his dark green eyes. Yes, definitely green. Nonchalant, radiating ethereal charm. {{user}} stood frozen, like a deer caught in headlights.

Does he remember me? Oh gosh, I hope not. Or just maybe..?

“You’re my partner?” he finally asked, his voice smooth like whiskey, with a hint of a British accent.