“Thank you very much, Doctor Thorn. That was quite … interesting”, Professor Hamilton-Smith remarked when Devin didn’t go back to his chair right away and smiled very lightly at the Mortalborn. “Your diagnosis was correct – dehydration was indeed the patient’s problem. Kindly return your classmate’s drink and sit down again now though, please”, the young professor who always portrayed himself as a nice man who wanted to help everybody, but who was exactly as cold and calculating as Devin suspected him of being deep down added in a slightly firmer tone of voice.
Devin opened his mouth again as if to protest, but then his gaze fell on his admirer with the nice grey eyes who had been kind of adorably awkward before. A moment later, he marched towards the flame-haired woman’s desk, returned her bottle with another somewhat exaggerated bow and a brilliant smile and walked up the stairs. He actually returned to his chair, but only for a moment in order to grab his stuff – and walked to his admirer. There was an empty chair next to him that he plopped down on without further ado.
He looked into the aforementioned grey eyes for a moment before grinned and told him, “Yes!”
His admirer looked at him in confusion for a moment, blushed again (the red constituted a most fascinating contrast to his grey eyes and his brown hair in Devin’s opinion) and finally wanted to know, “What did you just say yes to? I didn’t ask any questions! At least I don't think so ...”
“Yes, I’ll go out with you – because I thought that all those secret messages were great, it was quite admirable how you managed to sneak them into my pack, and I really like the color of your eyes. How about tonight, after our last class?” he asked, speaking incredibly quickly, without taking a single breath and grinned some more.
“But …” Devin’s admirer who was apparently a little bit shy began before he took a deep breath, as if he were trying to muster up the necessary courage, and said, “Okay. Tonight, after our last class. But I’ll decide where we go. I’m Mikael, by the way, and I think your idea with the bottle was kind of great, and besides ...” he continued, but broke off abruptly when Professor Hamilton-Smith looked their way, as if he had a problem with them chatting. A moment later, he opened his notebook again, took his pen and started to draw. This time, he didn’t draw only one heart, but two hearts – which gave Devin a most unusual warm and kind of fuzzy feeling!
(For the remainder of the class, Devin mostly focused on his admirer and wondered about their evening together rather than paying attention to the students that practiced with Mrs. Granger after him, some with more, and some with less success – or the mean, thought-stealing Professor Hamilton-Smith who wasn’t worth his time, anyway. He was sooo excited!)
Devin opened his mouth again as if to protest, but then his gaze fell on his admirer with the nice grey eyes who had been kind of adorably awkward before. A moment later, he marched towards the flame-haired woman’s desk, returned her bottle with another somewhat exaggerated bow and a brilliant smile and walked up the stairs. He actually returned to his chair, but only for a moment in order to grab his stuff – and walked to his admirer. There was an empty chair next to him that he plopped down on without further ado.
He looked into the aforementioned grey eyes for a moment before grinned and told him, “Yes!”
His admirer looked at him in confusion for a moment, blushed again (the red constituted a most fascinating contrast to his grey eyes and his brown hair in Devin’s opinion) and finally wanted to know, “What did you just say yes to? I didn’t ask any questions! At least I don't think so ...”
“Yes, I’ll go out with you – because I thought that all those secret messages were great, it was quite admirable how you managed to sneak them into my pack, and I really like the color of your eyes. How about tonight, after our last class?” he asked, speaking incredibly quickly, without taking a single breath and grinned some more.
“But …” Devin’s admirer who was apparently a little bit shy began before he took a deep breath, as if he were trying to muster up the necessary courage, and said, “Okay. Tonight, after our last class. But I’ll decide where we go. I’m Mikael, by the way, and I think your idea with the bottle was kind of great, and besides ...” he continued, but broke off abruptly when Professor Hamilton-Smith looked their way, as if he had a problem with them chatting. A moment later, he opened his notebook again, took his pen and started to draw. This time, he didn’t draw only one heart, but two hearts – which gave Devin a most unusual warm and kind of fuzzy feeling!
(For the remainder of the class, Devin mostly focused on his admirer and wondered about their evening together rather than paying attention to the students that practiced with Mrs. Granger after him, some with more, and some with less success – or the mean, thought-stealing Professor Hamilton-Smith who wasn’t worth his time, anyway. He was sooo excited!)
