Antonio bernardi couldn’t say he had a thing for younger people. that would be not true and could defile his reputation.

he, however, had a thing for this younger person specifically. as much as he knew how it sounded, he was in love with the quick wit, sharp tongue and wisdom beyond the years.

antonio was known as a serious man in a black business suit, earning enough money to possibly support three families, even though he was single.

his reputation didn’t, however, stop him from rolling his black maserati into the college’s parking lot and rolling the window down, ignoring the students’ curious discussion about who was he picking up.

antonio glanced in the rear-view mirror and brushed a hand through his slicked back brown hair, pressing a button to open the door for the student.