A few weeks later, Ariel walked to the lecture hall, her eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on a familiar figure walking ahead of her.
“Stacy!” She called, waving. The girl in question grinned, her ginger curls bouncing with each step she took. Stacy was Ariel’s only friend aside from Daniel. “Do you have a minute?” Ariel smiled as she stopped in front of her. “For you? Always.” Stacy replied. “You okay? You look kinda… tense” “I’m fine.” Ariel replied quickly. “I just wanted to ask you something. Do you think you could help me find a part time job?” Stacy blinked, then broke into a mischievous smile. “Oh my goodness, Ariel. Is that why you're so tense?” Ariel nodded. “Kinda. I didn’t know how to ask you about it.” “We're friends, so feel free to ask for my help with anything. I never hesitate to ask you to help me when I need help, do I?” “That’s true,” Ariel admitted with a smile. “You had no problem asking me to proofread your entire sociology per at 3 AM last month.” “Exactly! And you came through like a champ.” Stacy said, playfully nudging Ariel’s shoulder. “That’s what friends do.” Ariel stared at the floor nervously. She wasn’t used to asking others for assistance. When things got tough after her dad died, she learned to be self sufficient, to figure things out on her own rather than burden others with her problems. “So, you finally decided to join the workforce?” Stacy added, curiosity evident in her voice. Ariel gave a small laugh. “Yeah… something like that.” “Is everything okay at home?” Stacy’s expression was filled with concern. “I know moving back with your mom and stepdad was a big change.” Ariel hesitated. “It’s complicated. I just need some financial independence and something to keep me outdoors, that’s all.” “Well… you're in luck. My uncle owns a few businesses around town. One of them is this bar and casino… don't freak out! And they're looking for someone to help out in the evenings.” Ariel hesitated, her brows furrowed. “A casino?” “Relax, you're not working at the casino, just the bar. You know, serving drinks… nothing shady. I work there too, so you're safe.” She nudged Ariel playfully. “You'll get to see my awesome face all the time.” “I don’t know, Stacy. What if I mess up?” “Everyone messes up their first few shifts,” Stacy shrugged. “I dropped an entire bottle of expensive wine on my second night.” “That doesn’t exactly inspire confidence.” Ariel said with a nervous laugh. “The point is, they’re understanding. Plus, the tips are amazing on weekends.” Ariel was quiet for a moment before saying, “I'm very surprised, I didn't expect to find a job this fast.” “Perks of knowing people in high places,” Stacy said with a wink. “Seriously though, I'll talk to the manager. If he says yes… and trust me, he will… you could even start tonight. I'll text you the details after class.” “Tonight?” Ariel’s eyes widened. “That’s really soon.” “No time like the present! Besides, we have a big poker tournament tonight, so we could use the extra hands.” Stacy checked her watch. “Shoot, I’m going to be late for Professor Wilson’s lecture. That man locks the door exactly two minutes after class starts.” “Thank you, Stacy. Really.” Ariel said sincerely. “Don't mention it.” Stacy threw an arm around her shoulders. “Just promise you won’t ditch me once you get rich.” “Chill, it's only a part time job, not a million dollar contract.” “You never know,” Stacy grinned. “Right, because bartending is such a gateway to stardom.” Ariel rolled her eyes. “Hey, you’d be surprised what connections you can make in that place.” Stacy insisted. They laughed together as they walked to their various classes. _____ **FLASHBACK** A few weeks ago, Ariel sat on the couch at home, her ankle propped up on a cushion and a warm cup of tea in her hands. Her mother sat on a small stool, applying ointment on Ariel’s foot. “You're not going back to the dorm, are you?” Her mother asked softly. Ariel glanced up. “Mom, we both agreed I'd go back once my ankle is healed. So why are you asking that?” “We don't live very far from your college, besides Daniel goes from home.” Susan paused, her hand resting on Ariel’s foot. “I just miss having you here. You've changed so much…” “You've got Richard though.” Her mom sighed softly, focusing intently on the ankle. “Richard works late most nights. The house feels empty without you.” “Is everything okay between you two?” Ariel asked carefully. Susan looked away. “We’re fine. Marriages have their ups and downs.” “You don’t seem happy, mom.” “I understand if you don’t wanna stay.” Her mother said, deliberately changing the subject. Ariel understood her mom didn’t wanna talk about him. She was no stranger to the fact that her mom doesn’t love Richard. Ariel didn’t want to pry, didn’t want to force her mother to talk about it if she didn’t want to. Ever since her dad died, her mom stopped smiling as much as she used to. So if moving back here would make her mom happy, then fine. “I’ll move back,” Ariel said after a long silence. “I don’t want you to be lonely. But promise you’re gonna at least try to accept Richard. He loves you, even with all his flaws, it's clear that he does.” Susan’s eyes lit up, she got up and hugged Ariel gently. “Thank you, baby. You have no idea how happy I am right now.” “And?” Ariel pulled back, staring at her mom. “And try to make things work with Richard.” “Alright now you can hug me.” Ariel laughed, opening her arms wide. Even though Ariel didn’t say it out loud, a part of her also craved the comfort of home, and she missed spending time with her mom. **END OF FLASHBACK**Later that evening, as Ariel stepped into the bar, the smell of cigarettes and the sounds of laughter filled the air. She took a deep breath, adjusting her black shirt.“Just serve drinks. Be polite. Don’t panic.” She murmured under her breath.The place was busier than she had expected for a weeknight. Every table was occupied… in the far corner, several poker tables were surrounded by serious faced players.“There you are!” Stacy appeared beside her, already dressed in the uniform… black pants and a fitted black button up shirt. “I was worried you might bail.”“I almost did.” Ariel admitted.“Well I’m glad you didn’t.”Stacy said, guiding her toward the bar. “Come on, let me introduce you to Kelvin. He’s the manager.”Kelvin turned out to be a surprisingly cool guy. He gave Ariel a quick rundown of her duties. Nothing she couldn’t handle, she thought with growing confidence.“Stick with Stacy for the first hour,” he advised. “Watch what she does and then you can start taking orders o
Ariel’s eyes fluttered open, they felt heavy due to all the painkillers. She winced in pain as she tried to sit up, her head throbbed with every movement, and it took her a full minute to realize where she was. The hospital. Her hand instinctively reached for the bandage wrapped around her head, her finger brushing over the thick gauze. The memory of what happened at the bar surged through her… the drunk customer, Luther’s furious voice, and then… the bottle. She remembered the sharp pain she felt. And then… “Please don’t leave me, Anna.” Anna. The name echoed in her head. Who was Anna? Ariel’s heart raced, not just from confusion, but from the way Luther had said it. Broken. Desperate. Like it came from somewhere deep inside him… a place he’d sealed off from the rest of the world. She wanted to ask him. She needed to. The door creaked open softly, breaking through her chain of thoughts. Luther stepped in, his eyes locked onto her face immediately. For a brief moment, somethi
Later that week, despite the doctor's advice to rest, Ariel found herself sitting in the familiar lecture hall. Despite her excuse of not wanting to miss classes, deep down she knew that the only reason she was here was because she missed Luther. She missed seeing his face and hearing him speak. “Ariel?” Luther called out to her as the class dismissed. “Yes, Professor Grayson,” she replied. “Stay behind. I’d like to speak with you briefly.” He said, flipping through notes. Ariel nodded, sitting back down as everyone else left the hall. “What are you doing here?” Luther asked as soon as the class was empty. “Um, attending class?” Ariel spoke nervously. “You should be resting.” “I already missed three days. That’s enough.” He walked towards her. “Your stitches… your head… what if…” “I’m fine.” She met his gaze. “I’m not made of glass, don’t worry.” He sighed, stretching out his hand to lift her chin. “Are you sure you’re good?” “Yes sir. I’m perfectly fine.” Luther withdre
Ariel’s POVThe rain lashed against Professor Grayson’s window. I hadn’t planned on being here, in his private space.the rain pounding the roof, filled the awkward silence as i stood by his kitchen counter, my paint stained fingers fidgeting it's the hem of my equally stained t-shirt.“I’m sorry about this,” I said for what felt like the hundredth time. “I should have checked the weather forecast before agreeing to stay late.”He moved in his kitchen as gracefully as he did in front of his students. He was the youngest professor in the art history department at twenty eight, but he carried himself with the gravity of a much older man.“There’s nothing to apologise for Ariel,” he replied, his back to me as he filled a kettle with water. “The forecast didn’t call for a storm of this magnitude. The weather caught even the meteorologist by surprise.”I nodded, though he couldn’t see me. I let my eyes wander around his apartment. It was an open concept loft, the kind artists in movies alwa
Ariel’s POVThe next morning, I left before the sun could fully rise.Slipping out of Luther’s apartment felt like sneaking away from a crime scene. A violent pounding in my chest echoed the intensity of my panic and regret. I scrambled into my clothes, a desperate, clumsy effort to cover my nakedness. My shoes dangled from my fingers as I tiptoed toward the door, hyper aware of every creak of the floorboards.Don’t wake up. Please don’t wake up.Every step away from his bedroom made my stomach knot tighter. Memories from last night flowed through me like fluid patterns… touches I shouldn’t have wanted, moments I couldn’t take back. The way his hands had traced my skin, the tension of his gaze.I shouldn’t have stayed the night.The moment I stepped out, reality crashed down on me. My body ached in places that I wasn’t ready to acknowledge. I didn’t need a mirror to know I looked like a mess… makeup all over my face, hair tangled up, my dress looking like I'd slept in it for days.Wha
The moment Luther stepped away from Ariel, she felt the weight of his words pressing down on her, heavy and crushing. ‘It was just a one night stand. The words echoed in her mind.She clenched her jaw, refusing to let the sting of his words show on her face. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.But her ankle had other plans for her.Pain shot up her leg with every step she took,making her wince. She gritted her teeth, pushing forward, determined to get to the nurse’s office before anyone could stop her to ask what happened. Unfortunately, someone did.“Ariel?”She barely had time to register the familiar voice before Ethan Cross was suddenly at her side.Tall, broad shouldered, and effortlessly charming. Ethan had the kind of charm that turned heads wherever he went. His tousled dark brown hair, sharp jawline, and deep blue eyes had earned him the title of campus heartthrob, not to mention he was a star basketball player.“You’re limping?” His brows furrowed as he took in er paine
The loud scream that had sent students rushing through the halls belonged to none other than Professor Julia.She was sprawled across the floor, her face twisted in discomfort, she clutched her ankle as whispers of concern spread around her. Some students, and professors rushed forward to help, while others simply stood back, murmuring. “Is she okay?” A freshman girl whispered in concern.“I think she slipped…” another student mumbled, craning his neck to get a better view.“Wasn’t she standing over there a minute ago?”a skeptical voice cut through the crowd, pointing o a spot several feet away from where Professor Julia now lay.Julia didn’t care about the small crowd forming around her. The whole time her eyes were on him.Luther, who stood at a distance, tucked his hands in his pockets, his expression was unreadable. His eyes landed on her briefly, but there was no concern… no reaction at all. He didn’t see the need to go there since she was surrounded by students and professors…
Later that week, despite the doctor's advice to rest, Ariel found herself sitting in the familiar lecture hall. Despite her excuse of not wanting to miss classes, deep down she knew that the only reason she was here was because she missed Luther. She missed seeing his face and hearing him speak. “Ariel?” Luther called out to her as the class dismissed. “Yes, Professor Grayson,” she replied. “Stay behind. I’d like to speak with you briefly.” He said, flipping through notes. Ariel nodded, sitting back down as everyone else left the hall. “What are you doing here?” Luther asked as soon as the class was empty. “Um, attending class?” Ariel spoke nervously. “You should be resting.” “I already missed three days. That’s enough.” He walked towards her. “Your stitches… your head… what if…” “I’m fine.” She met his gaze. “I’m not made of glass, don’t worry.” He sighed, stretching out his hand to lift her chin. “Are you sure you’re good?” “Yes sir. I’m perfectly fine.” Luther withdre
Ariel’s eyes fluttered open, they felt heavy due to all the painkillers. She winced in pain as she tried to sit up, her head throbbed with every movement, and it took her a full minute to realize where she was. The hospital. Her hand instinctively reached for the bandage wrapped around her head, her finger brushing over the thick gauze. The memory of what happened at the bar surged through her… the drunk customer, Luther’s furious voice, and then… the bottle. She remembered the sharp pain she felt. And then… “Please don’t leave me, Anna.” Anna. The name echoed in her head. Who was Anna? Ariel’s heart raced, not just from confusion, but from the way Luther had said it. Broken. Desperate. Like it came from somewhere deep inside him… a place he’d sealed off from the rest of the world. She wanted to ask him. She needed to. The door creaked open softly, breaking through her chain of thoughts. Luther stepped in, his eyes locked onto her face immediately. For a brief moment, somethi
Later that evening, as Ariel stepped into the bar, the smell of cigarettes and the sounds of laughter filled the air. She took a deep breath, adjusting her black shirt.“Just serve drinks. Be polite. Don’t panic.” She murmured under her breath.The place was busier than she had expected for a weeknight. Every table was occupied… in the far corner, several poker tables were surrounded by serious faced players.“There you are!” Stacy appeared beside her, already dressed in the uniform… black pants and a fitted black button up shirt. “I was worried you might bail.”“I almost did.” Ariel admitted.“Well I’m glad you didn’t.”Stacy said, guiding her toward the bar. “Come on, let me introduce you to Kelvin. He’s the manager.”Kelvin turned out to be a surprisingly cool guy. He gave Ariel a quick rundown of her duties. Nothing she couldn’t handle, she thought with growing confidence.“Stick with Stacy for the first hour,” he advised. “Watch what she does and then you can start taking orders o
A few weeks later, Ariel walked to the lecture hall, her eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on a familiar figure walking ahead of her.“Stacy!” She called, waving.The girl in question grinned, her ginger curls bouncing with each step she took. Stacy was Ariel’s only friend aside from Daniel.“Do you have a minute?” Ariel smiled as she stopped in front of her.“For you? Always.” Stacy replied. “You okay? You look kinda… tense”“I’m fine.” Ariel replied quickly. “I just wanted to ask you something. Do you think you could help me find a part time job?”Stacy blinked, then broke into a mischievous smile. “Oh my goodness, Ariel. Is that why you're so tense?”Ariel nodded. “Kinda. I didn’t know how to ask you about it.”“We're friends, so feel free to ask for my help with anything. I never hesitate to ask you to help me when I need help, do I?”“That’s true,” Ariel admitted with a smile. “You had no problem asking me to proofread your entire sociology per at 3 AM last month.”“Exact
The loud scream that had sent students rushing through the halls belonged to none other than Professor Julia.She was sprawled across the floor, her face twisted in discomfort, she clutched her ankle as whispers of concern spread around her. Some students, and professors rushed forward to help, while others simply stood back, murmuring. “Is she okay?” A freshman girl whispered in concern.“I think she slipped…” another student mumbled, craning his neck to get a better view.“Wasn’t she standing over there a minute ago?”a skeptical voice cut through the crowd, pointing o a spot several feet away from where Professor Julia now lay.Julia didn’t care about the small crowd forming around her. The whole time her eyes were on him.Luther, who stood at a distance, tucked his hands in his pockets, his expression was unreadable. His eyes landed on her briefly, but there was no concern… no reaction at all. He didn’t see the need to go there since she was surrounded by students and professors…
The moment Luther stepped away from Ariel, she felt the weight of his words pressing down on her, heavy and crushing. ‘It was just a one night stand. The words echoed in her mind.She clenched her jaw, refusing to let the sting of his words show on her face. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.But her ankle had other plans for her.Pain shot up her leg with every step she took,making her wince. She gritted her teeth, pushing forward, determined to get to the nurse’s office before anyone could stop her to ask what happened. Unfortunately, someone did.“Ariel?”She barely had time to register the familiar voice before Ethan Cross was suddenly at her side.Tall, broad shouldered, and effortlessly charming. Ethan had the kind of charm that turned heads wherever he went. His tousled dark brown hair, sharp jawline, and deep blue eyes had earned him the title of campus heartthrob, not to mention he was a star basketball player.“You’re limping?” His brows furrowed as he took in er paine
Ariel’s POVThe next morning, I left before the sun could fully rise.Slipping out of Luther’s apartment felt like sneaking away from a crime scene. A violent pounding in my chest echoed the intensity of my panic and regret. I scrambled into my clothes, a desperate, clumsy effort to cover my nakedness. My shoes dangled from my fingers as I tiptoed toward the door, hyper aware of every creak of the floorboards.Don’t wake up. Please don’t wake up.Every step away from his bedroom made my stomach knot tighter. Memories from last night flowed through me like fluid patterns… touches I shouldn’t have wanted, moments I couldn’t take back. The way his hands had traced my skin, the tension of his gaze.I shouldn’t have stayed the night.The moment I stepped out, reality crashed down on me. My body ached in places that I wasn’t ready to acknowledge. I didn’t need a mirror to know I looked like a mess… makeup all over my face, hair tangled up, my dress looking like I'd slept in it for days.Wha
Ariel’s POVThe rain lashed against Professor Grayson’s window. I hadn’t planned on being here, in his private space.the rain pounding the roof, filled the awkward silence as i stood by his kitchen counter, my paint stained fingers fidgeting it's the hem of my equally stained t-shirt.“I’m sorry about this,” I said for what felt like the hundredth time. “I should have checked the weather forecast before agreeing to stay late.”He moved in his kitchen as gracefully as he did in front of his students. He was the youngest professor in the art history department at twenty eight, but he carried himself with the gravity of a much older man.“There’s nothing to apologise for Ariel,” he replied, his back to me as he filled a kettle with water. “The forecast didn’t call for a storm of this magnitude. The weather caught even the meteorologist by surprise.”I nodded, though he couldn’t see me. I let my eyes wander around his apartment. It was an open concept loft, the kind artists in movies alwa