CHAPTER FOUR

"Hey there," he greeted with a deep, mesmerizing tone, accompanied by a smile that could melt hearts. "I believe this pen belongs to you. You left it behind after our mathematics class."

With a graceful gesture, he extended his arm, offering me my forgotten writing instrument. To say that I was taken aback would be an understatement.

My heart skipped a beat, and a surge of inexplicable emotions coursed through me.

It may sound melodramatic, but his simple act of returning the pen struck a chord deep within me.

After all, I had intentionally left it behind in the previous class.

"Oh, no. You can keep it. I'm sure you'll need it for our next class," I stammered, surprised by my own words.

Something about him had stirred a kind of kindness within me that I seldom showed, especially to cool, sweet and humble guys.

"Another class? Really?" He furrowed his brows, disbelief etched across his face. Attending another class didn't seem to be his idea of comfort.

"Yes, we have general biology next," I replied.

"Alright, then I'll definitely need it. What time?" His curiosity was evident as he inquired about our upcoming class.

"In about twenty minutes."

"Great, that means I'll be making use of your pen." He retracted his hand, effortlessly slipping my pen into his pocket.

"By the way, can I know your name?" I asked, curiosity piqued.

"Of course, it's Victor. Victor Kristianson."

"Wow, Victor. That's actually my dad's name. I'm Sandra Davidson," I responded, unable to suppress the smile that formed on my lips.

"That's a beautiful name," he remarked, his words laced with sweetness. His tone and demeanor made me feel a bit awkward, yet undeniably allured.

For a moment, it felt as if I were caught in a whirlwind of emotions, as if I had stumbled into a world of passionate desire.

"Well, guess what, San-dra?" He playfully elongated my name, his eyes fixated on mine, intensifying the moment.

I couldn't quite discern whether it was intentional or not, but his speech, his movements, and the way he looked at me all hinted at a captivating charm. Something told me he was a player, but that didn't deter me. I was already falling for him, and it felt like I had ventured too far to turn back.

"What?" I inquired, returning his question with curiosity.

"My mom's name is Sandra."

"No way."

"It's true, but..." His voice trailed off, a tinge of sadness creeping into his expression.

This was my chance to get closer to him, to offer comfort. I seized the opportunity, gently placing my hand on his right shoulder and meeting his eyes with sympathy. "Come on, Victor. I know how painful it is to lose a mother."

"I miss her," he confessed, his voice laden with longing.

"I understand. But just because she's gone doesn't mean the happiness and good times in your life are over," I reassured him, my words flowing effortlessly.

It was a moment of connection, and deep down, I couldn't help but anticipate the blossoming of something more profound. Give it three days, I thought to myself, and he'll ask me out on a date.

"Hey, we should head to class," I interjected, ready to make a swift exit. However, he held me back, his touch delicate yet commanding.

"What's the rush?" he questioned, surprising me with his gentle demeanor. His words were like music to my ears. My goodness, he was enchanting.

Together, we strolled towards our class, side by side. We sat next to each other, engrossed in the lecture, and as the class concluded, we exchanged numbers.

It was a day etched in my memory, a moment of pure bliss. However, it taught me a valuable lesson: fortune favors the bold. Ha, ha.