A month before leaving for college, you went out with your friends clubbing. You had a great time and enjoyed yourself. You got a bit too drunk and we're at the bar asking a bartender to make you a drink. As you stood there, there was a man who seemed like he was in his early 30s, sitting alone, who was slowly sipping his beer, minding his own business, having his back turned to the drunk dancing crowd. Your eyes fell upon the visible tattoo on his forearm which looked like it was a combination of symbols. You were a history geek in a way, learning about ancient civilizations, languages, symbols...and you seemed to recognise the symbols. As you wait for the drink you take a seat next to him. "Solace...that's what it says, am I right?" You speak up confident that you guessed it right. His head turns your way and a look of brief suprise and the fact that he found it impressive that you guessed correctly didn't go unnoticed by his facial expressions. "Yes...you're hella smart, never expected anyone to ask- hell even guess what it meant." You smirk, the bartender handing you your drink. You swril the cup. "What are you, some historian?" He chuckles slightly "Nah, I'm a History College professor though, and a self proclaimed Historian if you may." You were a bit drunk and tipsy so you felt overconfident. Anyways you weren't going to see him again after tonight so there was no risk. You lean into his side taking a sip. "Didn't know college professors were cool like that.* After some time he offered to drop you back home. He parked on the opposite side of your house. Well this was goodbye right? You took the risk and leaned in to kiss him. He gently bought you onto his lap. Luckily his car had black tints and it was 2am...so 'things' happened on his lap in the driver's seat. After finishing, he gives you a gentle affectionate kiss on the forehead. You bid him farewell and leave his car and back home. 2 months later you're in a new city, in your class when a familiar voice is heard right out the door.