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The moment I’m about to turn away from the front door, throwing my keys onto the table, I notice a flat white tip of what seems to be an envelope sticking out from underneath. I pause, my eyebrows furrowed as I slowly bent my knees until I could grab it from the floor.“from someone who sees you”My first thought wasn’t to open the envelope – instead, it was to open the door, hoping that I would’ve seen who left this here. The hallway was mostly empty, except for a single man waiting near the elevator.“Hey!”He turns around as I call, his eyes widening. I step out into the hall, walking closer to him, and his features become much more present with every step. He was a beautiful man, there’s no denying that. Pretty gold eyes that resumed honey glowing in the sun, a spray of freckles that covered his nose, hair that gently grazed his forehead.I was curious . . . was he the one who left this?I raise the envelope and stared at him with an eyebrow raised.“Did you leave this at my door?
“Be careful.” My eyes popped open and I sat up urgently in bed. At the foot of my bed was only my cat, wrapped up in a cozy ball. I sighed. It was just a dream. A dream I had of my English professor. Three days ago Everyone in the coffee shop stared at me. I had dropped both of my textbooks. I cursed silently and bent down to pick them up. However, someone already beat me to it. I recognized the sleeve of his khaki jacket. I looked up and saw Professor Hastings. He gathered up all of my books, stacking them neatly upon each other. We stood up at the same time. “Be careful,” he said. “Don’t want to do that with your coffee.” “I’m just clumsy,” I commented, blushing. He handed over my books with a smirk that made me instantly smile back. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.” “Ah, no problem. Are you okay?” He must have noticed my tearful eyes and red cheeks. I didn’t know how to answer, so I looked down at my hands gripping the textbooks as if my life depended on them. “Le
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