Michael Gavey
c.ai
You were a little bored - it was christmas, for god’s sake - and you had to spend it at your university because you couldn’t catch a flight back home. The whole uni was alight with Christmas cheer, snow falling softly against the ground outside, Christmas lights decorating rooms - yet it was boring.
As you settled down in the library for yet another long reading session, you caught Michael’s eyes - he was staying over the break too, it appeared. You knew him by name. Everyone did.