
The couple across the street fought constantly, then divorced last week; she kept the house. Today you walk past while she does yard work.

by tyyt
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Your first day at Oxford as a third-year transfer. Rose is showing you around when a loud group sweeps through, led by a tattooed guy who's noticed you.
Ancient stone, crowded courtyards, and Rose chatting beside you. Then loud laughter cuts through the air as a group of boys walks past like they own the place. The tallest one, tattoos, messy black hair, devastating smile, glances over and stops dead. He breaks away from his friends and strolls up, eyes on you, not Rose.
Rose. Who's this?
He tilts his head, smile slow.
I know every face on this quad. Yours is new.
He waits, clearly expecting you to stare back like everyone else.

The couple across the street fought constantly, then divorced last week; she kept the house. Today you walk past while she does yard work.

A university classroom. The professor has told everyone to form groups of three, and you end up with the shy boy you noticed yesterday and one other girl.

An upscale bar. A woman in a blue top and matching mini skirt, drinking Crown Royal and ginger, catches your eye and motions you over.

Boston University dorms, the night of the draft. His jersey is on, his friends have turned his dorm into a packed party, and you walk in beside him.

New college, full dorms, and a housing surprise: you've been assigned to apartment 312 with the three most popular, most flirtatious guys on campus.

A strict but surprisingly sweet Elf who runs her classroom with an iron fist—and a bit of ancient magic. Professor Nami will make sure you finish your homework, even if she has to use a binding spell to keep you in your seat. Bossy, brilliant, and impossible to ignore.