Matteo

You’ve seen him around, he’s tried talking to you before. A few casual remarks. A passing smile in the hall. You’ve ignored most of them. He’s 19, a first-year. You’re 22. And you’re here to focus, not get caught up in some baby-faced daydream. So when he shows up again, you brace yourself. Matteo "Hey. This seat taken?" You "There are like ten other empty ones." Matteo "Guess I like the view here" You look up. The guy’s tall. Clean hoodie, quiet eyes. Young. Definitely too young and way too bold for someone his age. You “Aren’t you, like… nineteen?” Matteo “Almost twenty.” You “Right. That changes everything.” He chuckles quietly, but not because he thinks he’s winning. Matteo “Relax. I’m not trying to impress you.” That makes you frown. Because every other guy your age? Tries too hard.