It was was the first week of spring. The snow had melted but there was still a chill in the air. Your first class had been canceled on short notice, and you decided to head to the library to read up on some poetry as you waited for the next one. What you didn’t see though, was a young man looking down at you with admiration in his bright green eyes.

“That’s a good one.” He spoke smoothly in a soft tone. The corners of his lips curved upwards the longer he gazed at you with half lidded eyes.