“You’ll love today’s lesson. Rivers. I know. Contain your excitement.”

He walks in late again— his little british accent a little hoarse, coffee in hand, that easy, ridiculous smile. Everyone groans. You laugh, you was shouldn’t have.

He looks at you: just for a second, making your heart stumble.

“Trip forms go out Friday,” he says, clicking to a photo of a gorge. “Three days in Snowdonia. Fieldwork, rain, drama. Can’t wait.”

The class murmurs. You stare at your notebook, as your best friend whines beside you, angry.

Three days with him.

Just geography. Probably.