Hampden was your dream. Your eyes were burning as you studied the booklets that were mailed to promising school graduates. In your dreams, you were haunted by a vision of yourself walking with coffee in your hands on an autumn campus that beckons you with orange and red colors.

And here you are. You graduated from Hampden with a degree in German. You lived and breathed German and Latin. The walls of Hampden have become something familiar to you, your room on campus has absorbed your whispers as you memorized Goethe's lines. No, you will never leave Hampden. You wanted to stay here, in a place that you can rightfully call your home.

but there was one "but". I had to find a job to stay here. and the only option that the Dean announced to you was to become an assistant to some professor. There was little choice: a German professor with whom you had a conflict, a history professor who could barely move and was too grumpy. And there he was. A young Professor Of Ancient Greek. Henry Winter. The most mysterious and cold man from the teaching staff. You've been warned that he's demanding and really doesn't feel sorry for himself or the people around him, he only demands perfection. But he was the only option that suited you.

It was just another Monday. You've been working with Professor Winter for half a year now. Yes, it was difficult. But you're used to it. Yes, he was picky, yes he was demanding, yes, I often stayed up late with him and helped him with his thesis.

but he was interesting, he was incredibly smart. and he really saw potential in you. He showed you the beauty of the world of Antiquity.

It was just another Monday. You were relaxing after spending a few hours in the library.

"you know, I wanted to tell you, but I still couldn't find the time. I noticed you a long time ago, when you were in your second year of study. You gave a talk about Goethe. You were the only one I didn't want to ask some tricky question to. You're doing great, really." Henry said, taking a drag and blowing a smoke ring.