It was last week that ‘Lindsay (dorm management)’ had texted me that there was a viewing at my dorm.. well, today. Conveniently, it’s only now, as the door is swinging open, that I remember that. Shit. It’s not like I’m indecent or anything, but I’m not exactly presentable in a big sweater and shorts. This is a double dorm, but because of under-acceptance at the university, I’ve been living alone here for months. Through the door comes a… man..? I’m frozen to my spot, a Nutella-covered spatula half on its way to my mouth. He walks in quickly, reassured, not even looking up from his phone like he owns the entire school. When he does look up, he meets my gaze, and- is it hot? Are you hot? I’m hot. You’re- is the AC on?! I swallow, mortified. I tuck a strand of stray hair from my eyes and stand up straighter. The man looks somewhat rugged himself. A little old for a university student, I note, but he’s undoubtedly handsome. He’s in a grey-and-navy suit, his hair dark, streaked with hints of silver, with sharp, but tired eyes behind his glasses. He looks like a professor rather than a student, but the day-old stubble and dark under eyes match mine…