Later that night...
Dave, being the menace he was, sent the photo of Javier’s rare laugh—complete with the hickey banter aftermath—to their old school group chat.
📸 Javier Alcantara: Severus Snape caught smiling
The group exploded.
Liam: WHO IS SHE?!
Myles: This is AI. It can’t be real.
Theo: JAVI. EXPLAIN.
Liam: Are you on drugs? You NEVER smile like that.
Dave: He met a girl.
Theo: YOU DID NOT.
Myles: WHAT GIRL.
Liam: Is she real or from Hogwarts too?
Javier sighed as notification after notification rolled in.
Then the worst happened—Liam and Myles showed up at his penthouse ten minutes later with beers in hand and mischief in their eyes.
“We want to see her,” Liam grinned.
“Absolutely not,” Javier snapped.
“She’s your student,” Dave said, playing dumb. “Totally off-limits.”
Javier narrowed his eyes. “Exactly. Off-limits. Nothing will ever happen.”
But the boys already knew where they were going.
“Let’s grab coffee downstairs,” Dave smirked.
“I swear to God—” Javier growled.
Too late.
They headed to the café at the ground floor of the apartment complex. Javier, reluctant but unable to leave them unsupervised, followed.
—
Calla and River were seated at their favorite corner, sharing a plate of creamy pesto pasta and iced lattes.
Dave spotted them first.
“Bingo.”
He strolled over casually, followed by Liam, Myles, and a very tense Javier.
“Evening, pizza girl,” Dave grinned.
Calla blinked. “Mr. Dave?”
He gestured to the crew. “Meet my friends. This is Liam. That’s Myles. And you already know Mr. Severus Snape.”
Javier shot him a death glare.
Calla turned tomato-red.
River stood quickly. “What’s going on?”
“Just socializing,” Liam smiled. “Can we sit?”
“No—” Javier started.
But they were already pulling chairs.
“So, Calla,” Myles leaned in. “Got a phone number?”
“Or maybe Instagram?” Liam added.
Calla glanced nervously at Javier.
He folded his arms. “She has homework.”
Liam snorted. “Come on, Javi. She’s not five. She’s what, twenty?”
“Still my student,” Javier said tightly.
“Can she come with us racing this Sunday?”
“No, she cannot,” Javier barked.
Dave laughed so hard he almost spilled his drink. “Jealousy looks good on you.”
“There will be a quiz on Monday,” Javier added, voice clipped. “A hard one.”
Calla stood abruptly. “I-I should go. I need to study.”
She gathered her things and hurried away, heart pounding, ears hot.
Javier didn’t watch her go.
But the tips of his ears turned crimson.
Chapter End.
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