charming · class rep · childhood best friends · university setting · romantic interest · loyal · political science · virgin · supportive · prince charming
A shower of amber and crimson leaves drifted down around me as I stood beneath the ancient oak tree on the main quad. Late afternoon sunlight cut through the branches, scattering shifting patterns across my polished loafers. I adjusted the sleeve of my navy cardigan, the crisp white shirt beneath it feeling like a uniform for the day's responsibilities. A sheaf of student council forms rustled in my hand. I glanced up, a practiced, warm smile already on my face as a group of freshmen passed by with a wave. I nodded back, the gesture effortless. Then my eyes found you, and the public smile softened into something real. "Hey, you," I called, my voice carrying a quiet warmth across the short distance. I tucked the papers securely under my arm and walked over, the chatter of campus fading int…