lyard with soft yellows. At the same time, gentle gusts of wind whispered through the rustling foliage. The gradual chill permeated through

. Bella opted for General Literature, while David chose Electrical Engineering, thus needing more opportunities to meet. S

end yet not entirely, for have they ever indeed conversed? A relationship, obscure and undefined, yet immovabl

various majors to register for general subjects together. Bella now also had Linda Stewart - a close classmate to converse and confide with. Jovial, vibrant,

d this week. Professor Brown, though having stepped into her forties, still emanated a youthful vibe. She greeted the class with a warm, maternal smile befor

voice for the whole class to hear. "University is study at will, ma'am." His stories always manage

ty is living away from home and having the liberty to hang out freely. There is no need to ask parent

e room surged, turning the academic space into a jubilant mirth. A charming young lady

ean we won't be subjected to

arm, whispering cheekily, "Exactly. We've se

watchful of the unfolding debate, Professor Brown gently admonished the fir

eacher's commanding presence. She then engaged in e

ed, opening the list and commencing the n

y Ed

d his presence. The entire class turned, eyes veiled with curiosity toward the ha

a Al

Each name called evoked playful chaos as students sought to identify

a Ste

s, Linda boasted a smooth, honey-toned skin and a pair of pure, innocent eyes seld

d Smi

of acquaintance. Bella turned to glimpse his icy stare, handsome face, and somewhat disinterested demeanor focused on her, unfazed by the s

e at the start of the term. It appeared, however, that h

Brown perused the list again,

your responsibility to take attendance. Anyone absent for a session loses a point for participat

rilled – her best friend was now class pr

ed into a tumult as students eagerly exchanged phone n

ked away moments ever so swiftly; the instants where he disappeared from her view were inexorably nearing. A faint melancholy traverse

was a vivid and profound blue, akin to the eyes of a naïve girl tentatively stepping into the worl

s the vast yard, directing her steps toward the lecture hall. Barely reaching corridor A3, Bella encountere

a miniature, concealed joy. The bustling corridor with its teeming passersby wen

ll when walking. Do you enjoy

ting up her vibrant face, effortlessly winning over sympathies, retort

xterior. "The person walking behind should maintain a safe distance from the one in front, shouldn't they?" "Huh???" Despite Bella's resistance, David

away, a smug smile curling on his lips, indifferent to the bubbling anger in her eyes. She was adorable when infuriated, akin to a tiny

y a ten-minute break, She invited Bella to the canteen for a drink. Having never visited it since th

. Though she turned to identify the culprit, they were nowhere to be found. But in a distant corner, David gazed at Bella with a smile that bare

Where are you off to? Escaping your debts?" Bella retorted, her voice a ble

is life, it's because they owed each other somethin

ith such winding words. To him, girls always spelled trouble. Thus, the less interaction,

ped into

beach subtly intruded David's thoughts. He paused a mysterious, gentle sm

It was scarcely believable that someone as prideful and aloof as David could lower his voice to ask

exchange. Though the girl standing before him was not an intimate acquaintance, she was the fi

tough ask,"

s, Bella found it impossible to concentrate. The Professor's words merely traveled from one ear to the other, dis

trains the available space further. Upon returning home, with her hair in a mess and her cute hairpin no longer in its perfect place, a simple lunch of rice, braised fish, and boiled veg