Ever since that day she ran into Dyson on campus, Beauty kept bumping into him at the library.
What puzzled her was how this dashing young man, who was already doing an internship off-campus, still managed to attend classes so frequently.
Before long, the two became familiar with each other.
Every time she saw him, he was dressed in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, exuding the polished air of a corporate executive.
Compared to the other boys on campus—still decked out in garish pants while trying to flirt—he stood out effortlessly.
Among his peers, Dyson carried an air of maturity beyond his years—not in appearance, but in demeanor.
"Aren't you already working?
How do you still have time to study at the library?"
Beauty looked up from the romance novel she was engrossed in, her lips curling into a smile as her eyes met Dyson's fair, clean-cut face.
"I'm preparing for grad school entrance exams," he replied.
