Thread: Professor Dilemma {Niklaus Wirth & Enigma_x}

The professor nodded in acquiescence, taking in Avas advice into account. Surely he wasnt ever planning to repeat the act what was she thinking. Although, he knew it was in quip. An unblemished smile drew the edges of his lips skywards as an afterthought, he reminded himself, the only time hed fight again would be for her, and at the times when shed be in trouble. It was already a steep slope, the angle of which kept increase with every descending step Niklaus took in the relationship him as a professor shared with her as a student. He still believed it was the rope wound around his waist, hooked at the top of when the aforementioned descend had begun thatd keep him from falling but at point would it be too late? The professors face would have otherwise bloomed had he not forced himself to supress the reaction when Ava gave out her acknowledgement to visit his abode. Ill prepare a good meal for you, then. I hope itd be the best meal youve ever had. At least, Ill try to make it as such. With casual conversations, and subsequent plan of actions regarding gradation of papers, and academics, their day was well spent. At least his was. He found a new friend in form of the female, his vexation gone and his desire acutely increasing every step of the way. An emotional entanglement had bound the two, for they shared their darker history, and it was something that perhaps wouldnt fade away soon. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hours turned to days, and days forwarded into weeks. The fated day had finally come Niklaus was prepared. Or was he? His emotions were all over the place, but it was one thing that always remained unaffected, come what may his cooking. Niklaus had prepared for an assortment of meals, from pasta laced in white sauce, garnished with mozzarella cheese to a roasted duck, dressed and aged within the warm embrace of his oven. He checked the time 8 P.M., the clock read. Shed be here any moment, he murmured to himself, the thought only jolting the formerly steady gallop of his heart to a spasmodic pattern. Hed wonder why he was this nervous his inner-self would roll metaphorical eyes at this thought of his. Niklaus had to dress for the occasion, and thus, hed find himself in front of a wardrobe full of neatly ironed clothing it appeared like a rainbow of shades of the many shirts he had, coupled with fitting pants. A finger disturbed the steady arrangement of his finery, when he finally comes upon to stop and pick a color resembling that of a cloudless sky, and pant that was of navy-blue coloration. Inserting his arms into the armholes of the shirt, Niklaus donned into the silken attire, adjusting the hem around his robust physique, smoothing the yoke around his shoulder-blades, buttoning the plackets on either sleeves, followed by the cuffs. Fastening the front placket, the blonde male puts on his pants, folding the bottom hem of the shirt inside, and buttoning up around it was leaning more towards formal and classy, than informal and crude definitely dressed up for a date. The thought made Niklaus lightly chuckle, when his reverie was broken by the knocking sound on the wooden entrance of his apartment he hadnt put on a belt around, but it didnt appear a necessity. Adjusting the hem of the pants around his lower abdomen, and ironing the creases on his shirt as a result of this process with his palm, Niklaus made final adjustments, and moved towards the door. With him standing right behind the door, imagining Ava standing on the other side of it, his heart battered against his rib-cage. The professor took a deep breath, moderately performing in calming his nerves which were clearly overthinking. Nothing would happen, he wasnt expecting anything, but did he want anything coming out of tonight? Maybe, but he didnt want to conclude his thoughts just yet. He gyrated the knob of the door, open it languidly to greet the female standing just in front. Without a moments notice, azure optics spontaneously inspected the lass and her attire quite unmistakably his eyes drifted from her face, and paused the slightest bit around her chest, and then towards her toes, and back up at her. Im sorry, come on in. He totally checked her out, a tinge of red firing up those cheeks of his with warm implosions. This way, he added, guiding her towards the dinning, that was situated adjacent to his kitchen for convenience purposes. The dishes he had accomplished were already laid out on the furniture, but Niklaus offered something else first. He grabbed a chair, and waited for her to take a seat, before proceeding to this offer of his. Some wine? The male would fish out his stock of the finest of vineyard extracts he had bought for a couple of hundred dollars just a day ago, with the promise of the seller that this was his finest produce. Sauntering towards the female, he bought along two stemmed glasses on one hand, and the bottle of wine in the other, the cork securing it from spillage removed.