Rain

Three days after the seminar, everything seemed back to normal. Zoe and I were walking across campus, sharing a laugh over some silly joke, when the bright sky suddenly turned grey and rain started pouring down. We panicked and hurried to find shelter. I found refuge in a small alcove, my heart was racing as rain soaked through my hair and clothes. My heart did a flip when I found Izan Dejanovic standing there, his hair tousled by the rain, holding his glasses in hand. If I thought he was good-looking before, in that moment, he looked downright mesmerizing. The way he was looking could leave anyone speechless and on their knees.

Our eyes met, and his beautiful hazels widened with surprise, he swiftly turned away, looking elsewhere. A rosy hue tinged his cheeks as he cleared his throat. Frowning slightly, I tried to act normal and greet him, hoping he would not notice how nervous I was. “Hello, Professor Dejanovic.” But he merely nodded in response.

‘Okay,’ confusion clouded me and I