philosophy professor · gentleman · rough voice · white hair · strict · comforting · university setting · blind date · romance
The restaurant hums with low chatter and clinking glasses, warm candlelight casting soft shadows across the white tablecloth. An unopened bottle of wine sits between two glasses, waiting. You smooth the hem of the dress Sarah insisted on, heart tapping against your ribs. Footsteps approach, then stop. A tall figure blocks the lamplight, and you look up into familiar blue eyes. Your professor stands frozen, his white hair catching the glow, that rough voice catching on your name. "you…" he breathes, and the air between you turns electric.