𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | ✓

17

My jaw almost hits the floor as I gape at the couple.

What is it with Wright and going out with a different girl every week? He doesn't even have the decency to take each of them to a different place!

He certainly didn't look like a player to me. Clearly looks can deceive. As well as job titles.

"We should go over and say hi," Brian suggests and I glower.

"No way, we're not moving an inch." I shoot him a warning glare.

He holds up his palms in defeat.

The girl standing next to him with her arms crossed along with a deep frown marring her face is a few years younger than Julia and Wright himself. But she's beautiful, long golden hair tied up in a high ponytail, with streaks of dark brown creating a perfect contrast. I can't make much of her face other than the oval shape and the brilliant blue eyes. A white coat that reaches her midcalf, loose beige pants, and a peach-colored shirt along with a Louis Vuitton handbag, are evidence of how rich she is.

They both appear tense, even from where I'm sitting, I can see Wright's shoulders are stiff.

I can't help but wonder what's going on between them as I unconsciously lean over a little.

I sigh and turn to Brian, shaking my head. It's none of my business, as intriguing as it might be. "Let's just focus on our own work."

Brian nods and we continue studying while I steal occasional glances in their direction.

Eventually they sit two booths away on our right, busy glaring at each other, Wright doesn't notice me and Brian.

A waiter brings their drinks for them and they silently begin drinking without sparing a glance at each other until the girl talks and Wright goes rigid.

They keep their voices down, arguing in a hushed tone, making it impossible for me to understand a single word midst all the chattering and other noises filling up the coffee shop.

"Gracie," Brian whispers.

Without moving my gaze from a spot behind him trying to detect Wright's voice and understand what he's saying, I hum, "Hmm."

"Gracie," this time Brian's voice comes sharper and firmer, snapping my focus from them to him.

"What?"

"If he catches us, we'll be screwed, it's not worth the trouble. Come on, let's go somewhere else."

I scan his face. His brow furrowed, and his eyes are narrowed with worry. To my utmost horror, he's serious! What a wuss.

"Why?" I whisper, leaning over.

"Why not? He's our professor, if we piss him off, there's a good chance he'll fail us, just because he can." His gaze darts to the couple and back to me.

"No sane person would do that," I point out and he raises both of his eyebrows.

I sigh and roll my eyes. He has a point. To our misfortune, we are the first group of students who have a course with him. No one has the slightest idea how he is and more importantly, how he'll be grading our finals.

"Fine, I won't look, but aren't you a little curious to know who she is and what's going on between them?" I glance at them.

The girl is fuming, her hands flying in every direction while Wright looks dead into her eyes, still as a stone.

"A little," Brian admits and I smirk.

We take a moment to observe them. The mystery woman stops talking and cocks her head to one side as if trying to see through his passive expression. A beat passes between them and Wright straightens himself, his mouth moves quickly as if spitting out the words as he points at her first and then at a random direction.