It was the first day back. Joe sitting in the back of the room, tapping his pen absentmindedly on the desk as he read a book he’d picked up from the store a few days prior.

His gaze flickered to the side as you sat down to his left. For a beat, he simply stared. You were gorgeous. One of the most beautiful women he ever saw. And he’d seen plenty. But you?

“Hey.” Joe said, shutting his book, “I’m Joseph, call me Joe. And you are?”