Texting...
⚠️ Note:
/This means texting conversations/
*This is internal monologue*
The week crawled by for Xander. His Business Law classes with Professor Sinclair felt agonizingly short, a mere three times a week. Each lecture was a mix of intense focus on Theodore and subtle attempts to catch his eye, all of which seemed to go unnoticed by the composed professor.
Xander Carson
*Three lectures a week? Seriously? That's like... barely any time at all to make an impression. He's always so focused on the material. It's like there's this invisible wall around him.*
He had initiated a few text exchanges, always under the guise of academic necessity.
Xander Carson
/ Professor Sinclair, could you please clarify the case study on corporate mergers you mentioned in class? I'm a little confused about the legal implications. /
Theodore Sinclair
(Much later)
/ Mr. Carson, the key points are outlined in Chapter 4 of the textbook. Please review that section. If you still have a specific question, feel free to ask during office hours on Wednesday. /
Xander Carson
*Office hours on Wednesday? That's ages away! And "review the textbook"? Come on, Professor, throw a guy a bone here.
He tried again a few days later.*
Xander Carson
/ Professor Sinclair, I was reviewing the material on intellectual property rights, and I had a question about the distinction between patents and trademarks. Could you perhaps give a brief example? /
Theodore Sinclair
(After a significant delay):
/ Mr. Carson, a patent protects an invention, while a trademark protects a brand name or logo. We will be discussing this in detail during Friday's lecture. Please make a note of your question and bring it up then. /
Xander Carson
*Friday? Seriously? He's like a fortress! Academic inquiries only, and answered at his convenience. This is going to be harder than I thought.*
He even tried a slightly different approach.
Xander Carson
/ Professor Sinclair, I found an interesting article related to the topic we discussed on Monday. Would you be interested in taking a look? Maybe it could offer a different perspective. /
Theodore Sinclair
/ Mr. Carson, while I appreciate your initiative, please focus on the assigned readings for now. /
*Today - Friday evening*
Xander was in his room with Damien and Asher.
Xander Carson
Dude, he's impenetrable! It's like trying to flirt with a textbook.
(He threw his phone onto the bed in frustration.)
Damien Vale (Xander's Bff)
(smirking)
Maybe he's just a serious professor, Xander. Shocking, I know.
Asher Petrov (Xander's Bff)
Or maybe he's not interested.
Xander Carson
Not interested? How can he not be? I'm charming, intelligent, and devastatingly handsome!
(strucking a dramatic pose.)
Damien Vale (Xander's Bff)
You're also a student who disrupted his first lecture and keeps texting him about things that are clearly in the syllabus.
Xander Carson
Okay, point taken. But there has to be a way to break through that professional exterior.
Xander Carson
Maybe I should just be direct?
Asher Petrov (Xander's Bff)
Knowing you, that would probably involve some grand, ill-thought-out gesture.
Xander Carson
Hey! My gestures are usually pretty great!
Xander Carson
(With a thoughtful expression on his face.)
But maybe... maybe a more subtle approach is needed with Professor Sinclair.
*Nightclub - Saturday Night*
The bass thumped through Xander's chest, vibrating up his spine. The flashing lights painted the crowded dance floor in strobing hues of blue and red. He took a long swig of his drink, the noise and the press of bodies doing little to soothe his frustration.
Xander Carson
(shouting over the music to Damien)
I swear, that professor is a brick wall! Academic inquiries only! It's like he has 'No Fun Allowed' tattooed on his forehead!
Damien Vale (Xander's Bff)
(grinning, already swaying to the rhythm with a girl he'd just met)
Relax, Xander. Forget about Professor Strict for one night. There are plenty of other distractions here.
(He gestured around the club with a suggestive wink.)
Asher Petrov (Xander's Bff)
(standing slightly apart, observing the scene with his usual Stoic expression)
Distractions are temporary.
Meanwhile, across the club, near the slightly quieter VIP section, Theodore nursed a weak gin and tonic, looking utterly out of place. Rowan, however, was in his element, chatting animatedly with a group of people.
Rowan Carson (Xander's brother)
(nudging Theodore with his elbow) Come on, Theo, loosen up! Just one dance? Live a little!
Theodore Sinclair
(flushing slightly under the dim lights)
Rowan, you know I hate this. It's too loud, too crowded...
Rowan Carson (Xander's brother)
Exactly! It's a change of pace! You spend all week surrounded by dusty law books and hormonal students. You need to unwind!
(He took a sip of his beer.)
Rowan Carson (Xander's brother)
(He leaned closer, a teasing glint in his eyes, )
Besides, who knows? Maybe tonight's the night you finally meet someone.
Cookie (Author)
So what do you think? will Xander and theo meet or nah?
Is theo finally gonna meet someone? 😏🤭
Cookie (Author)
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