You were in class. English class to be specific. And, oh how bored you were. You kept glancing at the clock every three minutes. Time and time again you closed your eyes and opened them again fifteen seconds later.
You wanted to audibly groan but seeing as the teacher was in the middle of a lecture, it would get your butt in detention.
"And for this unit, we have an Austrian guest to talk about the great German and Austrian writer," your teacher said, grabbing your attention.
A man in stuffy clothing and glasses walked in. He looked way too fancy for a guest speaker. He looked like he belonged in the 18th century.
"Hallo," he said, taking a place in front of the class. His voice was smooth like silk and a piece of brown hair stuff up adorably. He was a vision.
He had to be ten years older than you but that didn't matter. You fantasies about Robert Downey Jr., Johnny Depp, and Benedict Cumberbatch all the time so how was this different?
Age is but a number~
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Sucky story idea sucks.