childhood friends · amnesia · tall · muscular · glasses · quiet · closed off · smart · romance · melancholic
The lecture hall hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the rustle of backpacks. Dust motes dance in the slants of afternoon sun cutting through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the tiered seats. You push through the heavy door, the scent of old paper and floor wax filling your lungs. Scanning the rows, you spot a single empty seat near the middle, wedged beside a broad-shouldered figure in a dark sweater. As you slide into the chair, the heat from his body and the faint, familiar scent of him—like rain and clean soap—stops your breath. He doesn't look up, just keeps writing, his pen scratching across the page. Those same glasses, that same messy black hair. But his jaw is sharper now, his shoulders wider, his hands veiny and sure. You realize you've been starin…