The line at the cafe was worth it because the iced latte that entered my mouth was orgasmic. Yea I said orgasmic. And I wonder why I think no one will read my novel. The school's cafe was only a short walk from my writing class and I found myself here more often than my wallet would like.

Sitting in my unassigned assigned seat, I settled in pulling out the moveable desk to set my laptop out for notes. I scanned the room casually as I sipped my latte. The room was large and flooded with tired students filling the cold desks. Each one of them looked totally different but all somehow just as miserable.

I re-read a couple thousand words of my manuscripts the night before, just reminding me of how bad I needed an editor. Should I just toss it? Is it worth it? I tried to tell myself all throughout the night that I didn't actually need anyone and that I should believe in myself. But then again, It would ease my anxious thoughts if I had someone read it over.

"Hey." I whipped my head right to see none other than Ethan Richards taking a seat next to me. Me. Holy shit.

Of course he looked effortlessly beautiful and I felt so small next to him in my run down jeans and oversized t-shirt. I was not one for fashion and aimed to hide my body as much as I physically could. I chose boring clothes, nothing that would stick out so no one would stare too long.

"Hi..." I was a bit confused. Why would he sit next to me? He seemed to be too busy the night before to be giving me the time of day today. I noticed my heart pick up a bit as his eyes turned to mine.

"Rita right?" He questioned while pulling off his beanie and putting on his thin round glasses. He was so fucking handsome. He was the epitome of a pinterest boy and I felt as though he walked right through the screen. He should model, I bet he'd make a lot of pinterest users happy.

"Yea." I distracted myself by sipping on my latte. The front of the lecture hall is seemingly more interesting right about now. His eyes scanned the side of my face... I could feel it.

"Last night before I had to leave, you said you needed help. What kind?" He questioned.

"Um, it's kinda stupid." I shook my head, turning to him suddenly feeling embarrassed. "I'm writing a book and I know you're an excellent writer, so I was wondering if you'd be willing to look it over for me." I finished and curled my fingers into a fist suddenly nervous.

He started to speak but I stopped him.

"Paid! Of course, I'll pay you whatever I can!" I rushed out. He studied me for a moment longer, seeming surprised at my outburst. I felt small under his gaze but not in a bad way. In a way where I knew he saw the world on a much larger scale than I did. I didn't want him to think I'd be using him for free editing because that wasn't fair to him.

He huffed and pinched the skin between his eyes.

"I don't think I'd be much help," he said now resting his head on his hand with his elbow on the little flip over desk. I furrowed my brows.

"Professor Knight always raves about how wonderful of a writer you are. I'm sure I'd be lucky to get any input from you." I looked at him hopeful.

I don't know why I was using him as my last shot at publishing but in a way I was. I was already going out of my comfort zone with writing this one and it didn't help that I decided to ask a class favorite to help me edit. But it was a lot less intimidating than finding a random editor online and sharing my work with them.

"I'm flattered Rita," he leaned forward off of his hand and looked to the ground. "Friday after the exam I can help. Your place?" He asked quietly and then met my eyes to confirm.

My heart leaped and I took in a breath shaking my head yes trying not to seem overly excited. My place? Oh god I need to clean and dust and buy groceries. Would he expect a meal? Should I ask Annie for help with dinner? I wasn't the greatest cook by all means.

"Yes thank you Ethan! It means a lot." I smiled a bit but then stopped suddenly too aware of his beaming eyes on my mouth. Lips. I don't think he meant to linger on my mouth too long but I noticed and he didn't seem to care. I took a second to appreciate his face a bit longer and was able to distinguish small scars near his eyebrows.

Turning to face the front of the hall I couldn't help but suddenly feel a little hope for my little book.

I could see from the corner of my eye Ethan typing away on his phone while looking frustrated. He was most definitely a mystery to me and as it seems to everyone here at Boston University. I wonder if he realized just how many people watched him silently as he roamed the halls and courtyards. It's a bit weird and stalkerish if you ask me, but it was college students and they ate any sort of drama and mystery up. Especially if the mystery was an attractive boy who never gave the girls, or guys, a chance here at school.

I was almost intrigued to learn more about him but the heavy manuscript that sat in my bag reminded me of the true purpose behind him coming over. I shouldn't want to know more and I should leave it at him being a mystery because that's all he could be. I couldn't distract myself with the inner workings and secret life of a college boy. I shook my head clear of any thoughts and opened up a new word doc to take notes.

Class ended within an hour and I was reminded once again about the exam on Friday and made a mental note to take notes once I got home.

While packing my bag I let my eyes drift over to the seat next to me and watched as Ethan wordlessly stood taking his laptop in one hand and beanie in the other. He turned quickly and looked down to where I was leaning over, filling my bag.

"See you soon." He gave a wink and walked in the direction of the door. I felt my heart rate pickup and a slight blush coat on my cheeks. God.

I was going to need some serious mental strength and control to get through this Friday because I was overwhelmed with the feeling of knowing what he'd be reading. Who he'd be reading about.