Thread: Not So Snow White (Mr Quixotic & Aurelia)

The blue-eyed, fair haired man was twenty five years of age, but looked younger. It was one of the reasons he'd been selected for the investigation, not to mention that his superiors had thought his looks would make it easier for Preston to ingratiate himself with the other students though they'd warned him about getting too close and being distracted. To do so, and ignore their orders, could cause a blemish on his record. The young man was aware of this as he talked to the attractive raven-haired girl, and though she was easy on the eye, he convinced himself that wasn't why he'd followed her that, instead, it was because he'd intuited what had occurred in the classroom, and subsequently in the Dean's office, could have some bearing on his mission. She appeared to hesitate as he spoke his name, and he inhaled, hoping that she wouldn't recall he'd been in the same classroom as she, and witnessed the incident with Fat Albert. Preston exhaled when she seemed to relax, but otherwise attempted to keep his relief to himself. The man tried to keep a low profile, sneaking into most classes in the midst of other students, not being vocal or asking questions, and always sitting up the back where no-one could see him without turning around. It looked like it had worked, and he flicked Sophia a toothy grin. Maybe the Professor isn't quite as boring as I like to make out. It's just I don't do well with sitting around, and letting people talk. I prefer to be active. Preston paused, and his eyes crinkled. Unless, it's an attractive woman, of course. Then I could listen to her all day. If you do take Psychiatry next semester, I'd be happy to give you some pointers. Assuming, that is, I don't flunk out myself. The blonde man briefly wondered if he was coming on too strong with the flirtation as he took hold of Sofia's arm, and opened the door. His parents had raised him to be a gentleman, and he tried not to disappoint. How that sat with his ulterior motives in asking the next question, he refused to think about. Preston's eyes locked on hers, and he scanned her face to try and gauge her reactions and emotions the actual words she spoke were secondary. He thought he detected a brief hesitation and expression of concern, but if so, Sofia was good, and her explanation made sense. Extra credit is always nice, but I don't know where you find the time. I struggle to complete my current schedule, but that may just be because I'm a little slow. His tone was self-deprecating and light. Anyways, I'd best let you go. Six-ten it is, and I'll be saving a seat just for you. Enjoy your class Prince's smile dissipated as he watched Sofia enter, and his expression became one of contemplation. There was something not quite right. However, that gorgeous and intelligent young woman being involved with drugs, and Delta Tau Chi? It couldn't be . Maybe she'd been telling the truth about the extra credit, but then why would she need to have been removed from class by Fat Albert? Hopefully Preston would discover some answers that evening. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Preston arrived at the cafe early, his schedule free after Psychiatry. Very early, in fact. He'd arrived at four pm, and already consumed three cups of coffee. It had allowed him to select a quiet table in the corner before the cafe had become too crowded, and the additional space the chosen location provided would ensure the tiny microphone he'd taped to bottom of the table-top would capture their conversation clearly. The male stole a glance at his watch, and shut down his laptop as the time to meet Sofia approached. Although it was work, he was looking forward to become acquainted a little more. Not a date that wasn't allowed by his superiors and he assumed he wouldn't be taking her back to his dorm for a liaison, either. There were no rules against that this was College, after all, and Preston was required to fit in however from what background information he'd been provided on Sofia, Preston had gathered the woman was too intelligent, with too much self-respect, to be the type to engage in one-night stands, or random hookups. At least he could look. Preston appraised her from the corner of his eyes, and didn't let on that he'd noted Sofia the moment she'd walked through the entrance. When she tapped the table, his head shot up, as if surprised, then a toothy grin lit up his features, and he motioned for her to take a seat. Glad you could make it, and no, I just arrived myself not long ago. A tiny white lie. Can I get you a coffee? My treat. An eyebrow raised, and a hand slid down to subtly switch on the microphone under the table. Then maybe we can grab a bite to eat. If you have time that is, and don't need to disappear for that Internship thing? He couldn't come right out and ask for information, but hoped the curiosity in his tone would cause her to feel as if she needed to reveal more, as he reached for the menu.