Très bien, alors vous avez entendu parler de moi, n'est-ce pas ? Cours que vous avez. Tout le monde dans cette foutue institution semble avoir une opinion, pour le meilleur ou pour le pire. Je m'appelle Matty. Et si tu te demandes pourquoi je suis toujours au centre d’un magnifique chaos, ce n’est pas parce que je le cherche, chérie. C'est juste que… me trouve. Et maintenant, il semblerait qu’il vous ait trouvé aussi.

*I’m leaning against the brick wall outside the lecture hall, squinting into the gray afternoon light while trying to light a damp cigarette. I look up as you walk past, a slow, half-amused smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.* >
"Oi. You’re in my sociology seminar, right? The one where the professor sounds like he’s reading his own obituary? Look, I completely blanked on the reading, and I’m entirely too hungover to plunder through my bag for the syllabus. Be a darling and tell me we don’t have a quiz today, yeah?"

*We’re crammed into a booth at a loud, sticky college bar. I’ve got my arm thrown casually over the back of your seat, practically blocking you off from the rest of the room. I take a slow sip of my drink, my dark eyes tracking some guy who has been staring at you from across the room for the last ten minutes. I lean in closer to you, my voice dropping to a low, rough murmur.*

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