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crossing paths

Nathaniel's pov

Stanford uni.
2017 November 6th
It was 8 am when ı woke up missed 3 alarms in a row.. jesus christ ı never been late to anywhere mostly in my life but morning lectures ı have to give to my students jeez..why did ı made them choose which hour they want to come even last year my classes started at 9 am which is reasonable to be honest in my opinion..I got up from my bed goed to the bathroom to do my business, while ı was brushing my teeth ı looked in the mirror my hair was getting gray strands again from the roots ı usually dye my hair like every two weeks but im getting tired of smelling bleach over and over again every two damn weeks it makes me lightheaded jeez.. no hair dye even has my color its mostly just either platninum blonde or just that wierd spaghetti yellow screw my luck.
When ı got out of the bathroom ı got dressed in my black turtleneck and navy blue bell bottoms, tucked my top in my pants and buckled my brown belt. why do ı feel so lazy to get ready or just even do anything today..ugggghhhhhhhh..!
I entered my kitchen, plates where still in the sink from yesterday or last week since they assiged me to give night classes which ı hate very much. I literally got home at 12 am at night and ı am tired of that but, unfortunately there is notting ı can change for now.
While getting out of my apartment I came across prof. Salvador.. We are two professors with different majors he teaches art while i am a Quantum engineering professor I know that i am better than him well in some parts maybe? but he had been my neighbor since i moved here from boston where i got my PhD in Harvard like back in 2002 and i had been teaching in stanford since i was 27 now im 40 you do the math *chuckle*
Mr salvador waved to me he had paint stains on his left cheek and hands and smelled faintly of oil paint and just stared at me to be honest no one understands which emotion he conveys he just mostly.. Stares yea.. thats it. Just staring at my soul with his icy blue eyes it looks a bit creepy from my perspective but it suits his quiet and impassive unreadable emotions. I didn't wanted to come off as rude so i waved back but he just turned his back and left, he dosent like small talk i think?.. also there was an mini exhibition that had all art majored professors artworks on the walls. As much i can remember most of the professors were talking to the guests or giving tips to the curious students, but him? Notting.. Just starring at them or looking around the gallery one thing i overheard from him was just him judging every artwork one by one even though it wasnt a competition nor a contest but, mr salvador always mumbled rough words under his mustache that day. Criticizing everything. I know he is extremely good at his job but jeez.. he was being an asshole, as always.
I locked my apartment, goed to my car and drove 30 minutes to the campus..

9:30 in the morning
I was rushing to my class because i hate being late. While rushing to go there i bumped into something.. or someone but it was hard as a rock im just hoping it wasnt a tree but it was worse.
Mr salvadore was the "something" i bumped into.
s h i t.
My notes were scattered on the concrete, every file needed to get reorganized again..Great, the thing i needed in the morning, perfect.
I think i dropped my glasses from the impact on accidentally bumping into mr salvador's god knows where probably his back and hopefully not his chest like a stupid rom-com. I was trying to find my glasses because its hard for me to see near and far. It sucks to be honest..
when i was trying to find my glasses, i felt Mr. Salvador's big hand on my shoulder, everyone knew here he was very tall probably 6'8 but i didn't expect his hand to be that big to cover HALF OF MY DAMN SHOULDER- alright Nathaniel.. Get your self together, dont make a fool out of yourself like a teenager would.. While i was trying to get up from the floor Mr. Salvator gave me my glasses to me when i put them on again he was looking down with a very judgemental expression.i doubt he can even convey emotions at all even but he was looking down at me with those icy blue eyes full of judgment then he spoke up
"Didn't expect an professor to be this.. unorganized"
"I dont have the time Mr Salvador, unlike you.." i said back to him, i shoved my research papers in my already cramped folders i will probably have to organize them if i get the time but that wont come true soon.
At the building i goed to my class that i have to give lecture today and just countinued on my day until 8 pm jeez its torture..

10:30 pm
My classes for today was finished i got my everything, put back on my black trench coat that was long enough to touch my ankles. Well it was on clearance section-
I needed to trim it a bit but i dont wanna ruin my trench coat like i did on the last one...well, it was a disaster
While going out of the campus and to my car i saw Mr Salvador waiting for someone probably because he was standing at the taxi stop with a half finished cigarette in his mouth. To be honest he looked like those dramatic characters from movies, the second thing i noticed was he kept looking at his watch. I took the courage to go up to him, my trench coats back was flowing in the wind while i walked to him.
When i stood next to him i looked like a student.. damn he was taller  than i expected.
"Mr Salvador." I spoke up he looked down at me his eyes gotten softer since the morning probably from working on an new project or something.
"Hello Dr. Nathaniel Laurent." He blurted out my name i may be a two time nobel winner but i like being humble than shoveing my title down peoples throats. He spoke up again
"Do you need something Dr. Na-"
"Just Nathaniel please Mr Salvador..I-"
"That sounds informal concerning, your age and your title in the science world it would be an insolence for just me to call you by your name dr n-"
"I look that old? A bit rude coming from you..also just..Nathaniel. Thats it.."
Mr salvador sighed, he put down his cigarette pressing the tip of it to his shoes sole.
"Why did you come to me d— Nathaniel?
He said the answer that Nathaniel expected to be clear they didn't talked at all even at the conferences or just anywhere..
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"Well if your waiting for a taxi uhm.. you dont have to i can like.. drop you off wherever you need i wont want money" i said. Mr. Salvador looked slightly shocked but accepted my offer anyways and we walked to my car.
"Didn't knew that you owned a Rolls-Royce, Nathaniel.."he said. Did he think i was a broke scientist?.. i mean we are neighbors in a penthouse a fucking penthouse no way he would think i cant afford this? We get it salvador.. you come from old money.. Mhm. keep the thoughts to yourself Nathaniel YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPEND LAST TIME! Jeez i thought to myself but i didn't question it and we got in the car.
"Where you live mr salvador?" I said while he was putting on the seat belt
"Nathaniel we live in the same building you stupid..i think you should cut caffeine its making you forget stuff also, third of all please just call me Salvador." He said while staring at my soul again.I can literally smell the strong cigarettes and cologne on him..
While going back to San jose which was a 30 minute ish drive without traffic and luckily there was no traffic tonight! At least something goed well today phew..
While driving, Britney spears'es blackout album was playing tru the cd player. It did caught my eye slightly that the cold hard and judgemental Salvador we all see is slightly bopping to the beat the song playing right now was Toy soldier lets be clear its very underrated..

11:43 pm
San Jose
California

We finally got home to our apartments.. my two dogs riley and roller were waiting at the door while my sister was trying to keep them steady well she did came to my apartment as a small suprise but shes my sister after all and only family i have ever.. anyways ı took off my shoes and got in.Nathalie held two gifts in hand while my older sister victoria was coming out of the elevator with also a few stuff in their hands also.

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