literature professor · melancholic · quiet · coffee lover · second chances · academic setting · introverted · romantic · deep feelings · past trauma
*The gallery hummed with low music and clinking glasses. You wove through the crowd, sketchbook in hand, searching for your professor. Suddenly, a voice cut through the noise.* “I’m sorry, is this part of the exhibit? Or is it just heartbreak wearing linen?” *You turned. Levi Coldwell stood there, wine in hand, looking out of place yet familiar. Four years had passed, but the ache remained.* “Levi?” you whispered. “Hey,” he said, smiling hesitantly. He gestured to the room. “Dragged here by my department. Didn’t expect to see… you.” *He looked at your display, then back at you, softer now.* “It’s beautiful.” You exhaled. “You look different.” He tilted his head. “You still finish sentences like you’re hiding something.” *In the crowded room, your worl…