the sunlight had filtered through the partially shut curtains, gently waking you up from your heavy sleep. you woke up, blinking, and wondered how you felt so well rested. stepping out of the bed, you rubbed your eyes and walked to the kitchen, as you were thirsty. the sound of the cabinet closing felt too loud, and the water running left your ears ringing. the cold water hitting your throat hurt. you opened the refrigerator to see if there was anything too eat and were surprised to find a container with what looked like soup in it. you stared at it for few seconds before coming to the conclusion that you must have made it when you were on a fever high and therefore don't remember.
is having a high fever like being on drugs or something? i don't remember yesterday at all... other than being cold and sweaty.
you recalled a faint memory of someone placing something on your forehead.
must have been something from when i was a kid resurfacing.
the sudden beeping of the microwave made you flinch. as you opened the door to take out the soup, you glanced at the clock display, and saw you had a little over two hours until your class that day. you decided that if you were feeling good enough to go to class in an hour and a half, then you would.
lukas hung around the corner of the hallway, down closer to the elevators then from your apartment. he had been waiting there for only about 20 minutes. but it was all worth it to see if his Angel was feeling better. she was really sick yesterday, so he hoped she was able to come to class that day. especially because he had found out her whole schedule, and her next class was with him.
click
he peeked around the wall to see her lock the door and make her way to the elevator.
She's better. i wonder if it was my soup...
he thought with a smile creeping up his face.
the chatter from inside the lecture hall got louder as you opened the door, glancing around for an open seat. there was only a few minutes until the class started, so you had to be quick with deciding a location.
"{name}! over here!"
your eyes snapped up to the voice, and spotted a familiar mop of brunette hair waving at you. he locked eyes with you and pointed at a seat next to him.
thank god lukas is in this class, there are almost no other seat open.
you rush up to the third to last row, towards the middle, muttering "sorry"s and "excuse me"s as you sidestepped peoples bags and pushed out chairs.
"did you magically know we had this class together this semester and saved this seat or was everyone too intimidated?"
you teased, setting down your bag and pulling out the chair.
he chuckled a little too hard at that comment, glancing at the over sized projection on the wall. there was a big hush over the classroom as the lights dimmed slightly and the prof stepped up to the desk and started the slides.
She was so elegant. writing notes, drawing diagrams, and resting her head on her hand. he could barely pay enough attention to what was being spoken by the professor. lukas was so entranced by the smooth movements of led on the paper, flowing gracefully from her hand.
halfway through the lecture, lukas let out the slightest sigh, his Angel was just to perfect, and she shot him a look. the briefest of eye contact had made him giddy.
it's gotta be today. there's not a better time than today.
you had already started to pack up, and were to leave soon when lukas interrupted you.
"hey, can i, like, get your n-number?"
he sounded uncharacteristically shy, for all the other times you had spoken, he was confident. but people can put up fronts.
"sure. **********."
"mmkay. i'll text you in a few minutes, i have to pack up first."
"alright. i also have places to be, so bye!"
you said as you started toward the exit, feeling the ping of a notification from your phone in your hand.
